Two arrows pointing to the heavens.
To the stars.
A star points to the baby.
Many living stones.
Many generations of faithful.
A vibrant monument
To faith and faithfulness
Of times past.
Each pillar guarded by a holy one.
Each corner adorned with angels.
Each brick, the sacrifice of a saint.
Both peasants and kings.
Heaven. Earth.
Past. Present.
Intersect and Commune.
A history of worship.
Sleeping Bishops.
Lively Heroes.
Windows to the Holy Land.
A Myriad of shrines,
Countless chapels,
Innumerable Altars,
One Lord.
A building with one purpose.
To bring men to their knees.
Those men.
On their knees.
Wise.
Pious.
Mysterious.
They came to worship.
They knelt.
Before a Baby.
Examples for all.
A throng comes to visit.
Every tounge, tribe, and nation.
We stop.
We pray.
We worship.
A lesson learned.
May the teachers accompany us home.
By another route.
To a foreign land.
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