THE CHAPEL

In the quiet of the chapel
I heard the angels sing
In the ancient tower
The bells began to ring.

A presence felt, miraculously 
Filled my heart with love
Blessed by those in heaven 
Sent down from up above. 

Those who walked this sacred ground
Bringing joy  and grace to all
Their images indelible 
Enshrined upon these walls. 

Stones and mortar
Tiles of white and powder blue
Tell stories of such ancient times
A world we never knew.

Statues, candles …. burning bright
Still take my breath away
With reverence, joy and gratitude 
I bow my head and pray. 

The history, the chosen  paths
Now bring us to our knees
Within these halls….majestically 
Still stands …. a masterpiece.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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