we used to gather to remain in the vine neighbor sister brother mother father singing our songs Kyrie eleison standing room only we were searching for Holy, Holy, Holy in a time of upheaval we found comfort in the cathedral of our hearts in the neighborhood sanctuary
candles prayers stained glass windows used to tell our stories guiding us toward glory dazzling testimonies told in fragile colors we were lost but we found each other and we found our heavenly Father Kyrie eleison
now just silent songs unsung melodies broken monochrome glass and look the vines enter in perhaps searching for souls maybe a prayer or two God make all this old to be new and begin in me please, Lord tell a story of your glory through all that is shattered in me as i sing the ancient song
I have been visiting this abandoned building for quite some time now on my motorcycle rides. If you are interested, here is where you can read about the history of what is know as the Marseilles Mill Ruins. (Click on the image for a larger view.)
I can’t look at an abandoned building without thinking about people. A team of masons helped construct this building. Electricians and carpenters also had a hand in construction. Men and women with families built this and, later, worked here. Still looking for a way inside… stay tuned…
I guess you can say that I have grown fond of this building. I have taken a few shots of it in the dead of winter, but this is what it looks like in the summer. (Still trying to find a way in to take some interior pictures. Shhhhh….) 🙂
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