I wrote this awhile ago but considering we have 2 large churches in town that need millions of $$$$ to fix up, I think it is apt.
Great Edifices tower upward and outward
While spirits of the forgotten living
Are crushed into the earth’s crust.
Men build monuments to trap memories
And tame traditions
Inside inevitably crumbling walls.
Are the needs of hungry souls
While eternal Truth slips away unnoticed.