I see scaffold on the old church .
Perhaps it is required
To hold bricks which may otherwise slip.
I have passed by graves
In the cold rain
As the great heavens above
Stood empty of love.
This scaffold may momentarily save
The church. But all
Are in thrall to dust.
K Morris - Poet 
The way all things on earth will go. xx Michael
Indeed, everything turns to dust in the end my friend. Thanks for commenting, Michael.