The Archbishop's Reverie
In the quiet hush of sacred halls,
Where light through stained glass softly falls,
The Archbishop stands in robes so grand,
A shepherd guiding with gentle hand.
He kneels before the altar's grace,
With solemn prayer and serene face,
In hallowed whispers, faith renews,
A soul alight with heaven's hues.
The cathedral hums with history's breath,
Echoes of life, of love, of death,
And in this place of holy peace,
The Archbishop finds a sweet release.
Beneath the vaulted ceilings high,
Where ancient hymns ascend the sky,
He walks in reverence, heart serene,
Among the pews, unseen, unseen.
The candles flicker, shadows play,
As night gives way to breaking day,
The Archbishop's spirit, pure and bright,
A beacon in the morning light.
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