In the quiet halls where whispers dwell,Echoes of sermons in shadows cast,The weight of faith a silent bell,Ringing truths of a forgotten past.Hands once folded in fervent prayer,Now tremble under the weight they bear,Promises of heaven, tales of despair,Innocence lost in the doctrine’s snare.Eyes once bright with holy light,Now dimmed by questions unanswered,Chasing shadows in the night,Seeking solace where faith once wandered.Yet in the silence, a voice emerges,A gentle call to seek, to mend,From the ashes of belief’s purges,Hope rises, a faithful friend.