Still standing, amidst these centuries of turmoil.
Gothic cathedral, one of the great triumphs of mind over matter, faith over fate. Work all week, back-breaking toil, coax a tough living out of the soil, and then, on Sunday, be transported into heaven, for a few brief hours.
Worlds may have descended into hell, but you have stood your ground.
No one has twisted the poetry of your soul, the steadfastness of your mission.