“Unearthing the Sacred: J.K. Durick’s Poetic Journey Through the Heart of the Church”
As I ponder the fragility of existence, I’m struck by a poignant image of a church—its empty pews reverberating with echoes of those who once filled them. It’s curious, isn’t it? How just a light collection basket can symbolize the remnants of a vibrant community, now reduced to mere memories. The lines of the poem resonate deeply, illuminating the bittersweet truth that even the brightest candles, like the generations before us, eventually flicker out. Isn’t it fascinating to think about the legacies we leave behind? Whether in a spiritual community or a shared history, how do we ensure our voices continue to echo, long after we’re gone? This reflection invites us to explore the essence of life, legacy, and the way time transforms everything around us. Dive into this evocative contemplation—and grasp what it means to exist in fleeting moments. LEARN MORE.
The people seem so old
bits and pieces
the remains of
generations gone by –
empty pews, sparse choir
light collection basket –
even candles burned at
both ends eventually
go out.
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