“Deconstructing a Temple” by Marianne Hales
- Jun 29
- 1 min read
It belongs to a different era—
the tiered spire with fluted edges
that could be a sculpted water feature,
the golden windows tucked behind
an architectural cake’s ladyfinger
wrap, the Angel Moroni (so last
decade), a pillar of cloud
and a pillar of fire both
by day and by night (a logistical
necessity), the work horse
of the Church that’s always
a bridesmaid, never a bride
(the pictures!). If it had been
built in the 1870s instead
of the 1970s the story
would have been different;
no one would tear it down
for a square temple.
Maybe they waited for it
to come back in style
and it didn’t? It’s only 21
months older than I am.
Is it nearly time to demolish
me too? And build me up
again, a friend reminds me.
Probably for the best.
I’m not quite up to code either.
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