The gargoyles and the thorn-eyed windows were perhaps the art of those who lived and worshiped in fear, yet to the loving heart they simply were an oddity, a sort of thorn that needed the gaiety of the rose.
I wanted to reach up to that gargoyle face and transform him into a floral bloom or some other joy of God's evolving nature.
I would have thought the angels would be better adornment for a church than the twisted gargoyles that perched.
Why ever would one place a monster upon a house of God? In that the gargoyles had me quite perplexed.
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