Sitting silently, so surreal,
The only sound, that of birds.
I look about me and feel faith,
From everyone kneeling before God.
Why they come is obvious,
And yet my mind enquires.
In this ivory quiet church,
I hear not even heartbeats.
Great care and love I see,
In the craftsmanship of masons.
And as the colours fill her,
Angels and saints are breathed within.
The flickering of candles,
Throws such pretty patterns on the walls.
And the ivory tower reaches heaven,
Here the poor are welcomed in.
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