And the building stood in its stillness

And the building stood in its stillness,   lending shape for the anxious and their sway of visitors,   sucked into its doors —a front for dreams and footsteps   enmeshed within the same airs. And there were graces   for the many to unfold. They came to dream their secular dreams   and yet, pray to a distant god for mercy   and for love. It was a lot to ask for as their   breaths steamed up the frosted windows, as the glass seemed to undulate   as though hope regained a shape, and could be touched with timid fingers   as the building stood in its stillness . . .