The crumpled paper and tinsel meant that time had come and gone.
The people were gone, the voices silent. All that remained was the echoing sensation that Presence was lingering. The tree was up, the eternal flame lit, but the hymns didn’t change, the hymnals half gone, the paraments out of season. .
The vast space was empty, save for the pregnant sensation, a lingering fullness. Light through the stained glass did not skimp on brilliance. Spirit past, Spirit present, Spirit future would not leave. It was not in God’s demeanor to abandon … anything. Despite human animosity, divine Peace remained; forever, the space was full.