Stalwart spires of stony, steadfast spirituality
rise from conviction's ecumenical foundations
as whitewashed ancient dogma columns,
which guide the soul's eyes in blinks of trepidation
towards Heaven's visionary canopy.
Mind cloaks its truths in gossamer threads of angelic aspirations
projecting in throbbing passion one's wispy seraph longings
onto the sprawling celestial conjured canvas.
Flutter stirs insides as butterflies during the spread of trust's fragile wings,
secretly praying the pillars won't transform into crosses for self crucifixion.
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