The ground was silent. The shaking had finally stopped. The only sound was flowers pushing up through the soil to bloom in the sunlight. They made a terrific noise, part praise and part ordinary days.
She stood in the dust. Every vice she had ever leaned on had fallen and turned to stone. She had to learn to stand without them.
"What now?" She asked Him.
"Now live."
In the distance a cathedral also stood. Every vice it had ever leaned on had fallen and turned to stone. It had to learn to stand without them.
"What is that?" She asked.
"A reminder," He answered.
"Many people thought this was the end, but it stands and you stand and I stand."
rebuilt 1995- consecrated 2000
photographed recently


