Assumption

I walk beneath the vaulted light Through stone that holds a hundred years Green benches worn by years of speech And voices shaped by doubt and cheers The weight entrusted in my name Feels different standing in this place What moved across the open land Now meets the measure of this space Order called and silence falls The air itself seems set to hold Every word we bring inside Is carried into oak and gold We stand within these ancient walls We give the change a living sound What once was promise in the field Now answers here and stands its ground We rise together when it's called We answer when the moment comes The will that crossed the open land Now moves within these stones I rise and feel the chamber turn A thousand eyes and measured breath The words I carried in the cold Now enter record line by line Across the floor the murmur builds From quiet nod to swelling tone The signal travels bench to bench A current finding home Division bells along the hall Footsteps falling into place Names recorded, voices tallied Time itself adjusts its pace We stand within these ancient walls We give the change a living sound What once was promise in the field Now answers here and stands its ground We move as one when called to stand We hold the line the hour demands The weight entrusted in our name Now rests within our hands The question put. The answer clear. The motion carried through. What gathered far beyond these doors Returns as something true. The chamber settles back to breath. The structure holds its frame. The change we spoke has crossed the floor And entered into name. We stand within these ancient walls We speak and history aligns The weight entrusted in our name Now settles into ordered lines We rise together when it's called We move beneath this roof The change has found its proper ground And left its living proof