A seemingly forgotten house of the Lord
perched on a slope so far and so steep,
An unexpected palace where Royalties reign -
A chapel which gave me memories to keep.
Guarded by the faithful and the Mother from which it got its name,
It's a true sanctuary for the faithful.
Although a bit off-track, hiding from the urban,
It will shower your heart with blessings, full.
And as I wander my eyes to everything,
I stumble upon another realization:
That it doesn't matter if we are rags or riches,
It's our hearts that's put into consideration.
Indeed, a church, no matter how small,
is one filled with the unexpected.
And one of which is one I didn't expect:
sliced in half, a bullet.
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