In buildings made of stone, they speak of You,
of when You came two thousand years ago,
and though I take the story to be true,
I seek a softer, warmer place to go.
Among the stained glass panes and vaulted ceilings,
the votive candles with a haunting glow,
they speak with thunderous impassioned feelings
of heaven overhead or realms below.
But talk of times gone by or times to come,
however great they were or they will be,
sometimes is of little help to some
in facing all the present’s misery.
Stones and sermons fail to keep us warm.
Help us embody Love in human form.
Mario A. Pita
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