Once the space inside these holy walls echoed with the quiet padding of leather soles.
Monks and priests chanted prayers for our health and to save our human souls.
Then in violence, it all changed the victims of mad war games. What was left took time to settle.
In silence and ruin, it was for a time left to go wild. Till along came men of vision, to save what could be saved.
Leaving space for quiet rest and contemplation. Amidst a bustling, relentless demanding, working city.
Where within the remaining upright walls, prayers and thoughts could once more be quietly expressed to soothe restless hearts and souls.
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