Cob-webs, colourless stone walls,
Broken steps leading to
Dust-laden dark damp
Deteriorated defiled
Sanctum Sanctorum,
Defying description,
Standing mute witness
To some Faded Faith
Of a by-gone era;
Mothering –
Militants, mercenaries and
Men with misguided zeal,
Who fold their hands
Only to hold their arms –
With Forgiveness and Love.