"THE OLD CHURCH"



 
It was built hundreds of years ago
By the hands of a dreamer
 
The church was tiny and humble
Lost in the center of a crowded forest
Where trees curly and strong
Used to parade their pride
 
Inside the temple
Statues of saints
Kept everything alive
By the power of their presence
Their eyes ... so mesmerizing
In kindness expression
 
In the altar
Jesus was smiling
Both hands holding his heart
Free
No more crucified
 
Sacred place
Lost souls' haven
Looking for the ultimate salvation
Furtive miracles
Revelations ...
 
(Simone)

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