Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church
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| I paused in front of the Gothic spires, glancing at the tall steeple with its gold cross poking the belly of the sky. A stained glass rose window at the front glowed, oval windows surrounding the central circle like exquisite petals of a glass flower. It looked fragile, yet it had survived wars without a single broken pane.I stepped through the thick front door into the cooler church, inhaling the scent of incense and stone dust. My rib twinged. Gold mosaics drew my eyes upward. An angel held his arms out, blue wing feathers deepening to purple, finally tipped with black. Curlicues swirled behind like jungle plants about to engulf him. I turned toward the door as it closed behind me. Above the door hung a marble sculpture of a woman holding Jesus’s body, a marble sun setting behind them. Underneath words carved in stone read IT IS DONE. |
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