Chapter Four
There was a shortened statue of a man sitting on what would have been the floor of the church but on what are now patches of stone, dirt and weeds. It looked as though his head had broken off at one time and been restored but much of his beard has been sheared away. The statue is slowly eroding; the details in his hands are gone, his facial features flattened and all of the pleat edges on his robe have softened. I am a witness to a stage of his infinitely slow return to the elements from which he was created.