In whispered halls of sacred lore,
Where silent prayers once took their flight,
A heart now trembles, torn and sore,
In shadows veiled from holy light.

The echoes of a past profound,
Where trust was shaped by fervent creed,
Now lie in fragments on the ground,
A soul in search of what it needs.

The promises once held so dear,
Now cast in doubt and deep despair,
Yet through the pain, a voice is clear,
A call to rise, to heal, to dare.

For in the ashes of belief,
A strength emerges, vast and true,
To find in self a sweet relief,
And craft anew a world in view.