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decades later I would
get the privilege to enter
a catholic church at night

overseeing the sea on
top of a hill beautifully
decorated dark inside

after hours I felt
honored to be able to
observe and absorb

what really that was all
about to walk by the votive
candles pick up the consumed

ones and replace them
my new unlit ones such
beautiful neatness

to read the album of
prayers just before
the altar and wish

each one to be met
faithfulness fulfilled
people to be elevated

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.

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