Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

Now in the antiquated, hollowed space,

Prayers no longer have to brace

Against an aged, leaded grace.

Even as wall and ceiling hold

Cold memories of gilded old

And toil of many, still untold,

Awed orison can freely rise

Released from threat of long demise,

Through open air into the skies.

For The Daily Post