Sunchild1816

 The towering cathedral ceilings loomed over the empty pews like guardians to the ancient stories and testimonies that had come to know the sanctuary as 'home'.  Rays of moonlight streamed through the glorious stained glass windows, laminating every surface with a silver and milky hue, an almost 'magical' aura filling the empty presence…. The air thick with silence…. A silence that was bound to be broken by the chirping of birds, or the moaning of the walls as a southern wind blew against the old but sturdy foundation.  But no… not on that night.  That night was not a night for normality, nor the simplicities of God's nature th