It is the emptiness; vastness of
Space between materials, that
Defines the size of a place,
Even within thin walls.
A half-long walk from my house stand
The ruins of a medieval church
Struck by lightning so many times
Over the last nine hundred years
-As if the Lord Himself kept saying
*Stop building me this **** and
Just LIVE-* that they finally let
Its 1100s stone walls remain
Open to the weathers of the skies.
Some Norwegian churches are so
Old, they still carry runes and
Engravings to honour Odin, Tor
And Balder. It's a difficult thing to
Let go. To just bless the tree and
Surrender it to the rains and suns
Of time.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
It is the emptiness; vastness of
Space between materials, that
Defines the size of a place,
Even within thin walls.
A half-long walk from my house stand
The ruins of a medieval church
Struck by lightning so many times
Over the last nine hundred years
-As if the Lord Himself kept saying
*Stop building me this **** and
Just LIVE-* that they finally let
Its 1100s stone walls remain
Open to the weathers of the skies.
Some Norwegian churches are so
Old, they still carry runes and
Engravings to honour Odin, Tor
And Balder. It's a difficult thing to
Let go. To just bless the tree and
Surrender it to the rains and suns
Of time.
