Place of ancestors whose steps on these streets are part of their story
Place of awareness where You are
before and behind me
Place of celebrity when madonna and guy married to the sound of a thousand fake flashbulbs
Place of faith where generations have worshipped You
Place of hope which leans into a cornerstone
Place of light where Your Son aligns
with our eyes to reflect glorious colours of the spectrum
Place of refuge when my own child
speaks from Your wisdom, words of love straight into my heart, smoothing healing balm on bruises
Place of transition where the master
craftsman painfully places every element and hue in its place, forging a unique
masterpiece
Yet
place of gazing into the
window of Your soul
knowing that if all falls
away
You still are
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