For the people building of Church of the Resurrection, Wheaton, Illinois, who wrote their names and verses of hope on the concrete floor of the old Alcoa building before it was converted into a glorious worship space.
Faceless Saints
In black steel and cold concrete
God’s people begin
with words.
Written.
Sung.
Prayed.
Spoken.
Marked by His majesty,
with a marker.
Connected to cutters of stone,
scribes chiseling in cold concrete
who wrought His cathedral,
nameless to us.
Today we join hands with them
Faceless saints encircled in autumn shadow
Following a light and a cross
Toward home.