the burning chapel.
i start to wonder if maybe earth is just god's empty house that He left centuries ago, whose wood is now rotting on the outside, paint falling off and incomplete staircases. i wonder what did it mean when i cut myself with the shard of glass from the broken window of the stones that people threw inside.
i walk through this empty home, room to room and passing under every doorframe, and from the bedroom into the kitchen and the living room, passing my finger over the furniture and collecting dust in my hands from all the time that has passed and the little care this home had.
the master bedroom is adorned with candles and the bed is just made, yet when i walk into it my nose is filled with the smell of rotten meat or parts of the building that have gone bad. do you think this is the burning chapel of God? do you think this is where He died, passing away peacefully in His sleep, now made eternal? “maybe it is”, i say as i lie down on that same bed.
i start to think about what it means for the earth to be empty. God abandoned this house with His children in them, and He left us crying, He left us hungry, thirsty, and cold, and helpless. He left like any other father, i guess divinity never changes that.
when i step into the basement and the woodboards creak do you think it sounds like the scream someone makes down in earth?