The Bering Chapel on Adak Island in Alaska's Aleutian Chain, was listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Unfortunately, this has not saved it from the inevitable.

The wind blows
As it always has
Giving this place
It's nickname,
Birthplace of the Winds.
It whistles, moans,
And wails
Around the eaves
And through
The holes
Opening between
Old wood boards
Where mere specks
Of the sparkling white paint
That once protected them
Hide from the relentless
Aleutian elements.
The old chapel hangs on,
Fighting bravely
Its losing battle
Against time,
Wind, and rain,
A shell of what
It once was,
A vibrant center
Of the Adak community.
Here the faiths of man,
Jewish, Protestant, and Catholic,
Peacefully shared
Sacred, common ground,
Providing all who came
A wholesome retreat
In a true House of God.
Within the moans of the wind
The ghosts of those
Who once found
Spiritual sustenance here
Still laugh, and pray,
Are married, and baptized,
And sometimes memorialized;
This was often the first place
A newcomer came,
And sometimes where
They said their good-byes
To an experience,
Good or bad,
That left its mark
In memories.

Another sudden gust
Tears a splintered board
From its nail bearings,
Blowing it across the tundra,
Another piece of history
Sacrificed to the winds
By the government
Who abandoned it there
To the ravens and the rats
And the salvagers
Who come to rape,
Ripping out its guts
In the name of profit,
With no care
For the hearts of the ghosts
That remain,
Watching helpless from afar.

http://www.urbanghostsmedia.com/2015/09/restoring-abandoned-bering-chapel-adak-island/
Photo by DH Visions Photography
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