Silence. Silence.
Thunder in the house of God.
The children are silent.
Their parents, silent.
The shuffling feet are sheepish.

Silence. Silence.
Light pours in cacophonies
Echoes bounce indecorously
The carven rocks speak
Ancient Latin rhymes.

Silence. Silence.
There is no sound but… giggling
Two small voices giggling
At the joke of thundering
Silence in the house of God.

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