Abandoned Church

Gates rusted and chained, this abandoned church hasn't found a buyer yet. It sits forlorn on a busy shopping street.

It brought to mind Victorian poet and intellectual Matthew Arnold's poem Dover Beach:

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

More on Matthew Arnold. The full poem is here.