I see a wrecking ball come out of the sky.
There is an old, brown church with a high tower. The tower is unusually high.
The wrecking ball smashes it to pieces. And, the pieces are like daggers falling to the ground.
I see bright light coming out of what is left of the tower. A new beginning is emerging.
People all around begin to hoe the ground. Flowers come up everywhere. Beauty returns.
The church bells are heard again. The high places of man will be brought low, even inside of the church.
I see the eagles chasing the black ravens away.
An owl watches from across the street.
Heard: death has been defeated.