The Witching Hour

rosarium | day 9 | freewrite

| 1 |

gilded metal and carved stone,
cold to the touch,
though thousands they warm

stained glass,
golden light on their faces,
scenes from legend, loved as life

mahogany pews,
empty save for each sunday,
worn from generations of devotion,

| 2 |

you told me,
this is where your life changed
where you met Him,
where you found your purpose
found comfort in His word

you told me,
that if I had faith,
my life would change as well
that I would see a path,
drawn clearly between prayers
and hail Marys

you told me,
I have nothing to fear,
if I have belief in your faith
and if I see the light, your truth
but mama, I don't see,
should I have fear
of the rosary?

[ inspired by sarcastics 's dream ]
[ p.s. i know nothing about Christianity and am incredibly sorry if I used the wrong terms or anything just let me know so I can fix it]