Spires, steeples, reaching heavenward, praying quietly through
every day and night.
Fixing gazes, getting attention, looking up for haloed angels.
Recreating solemnity of the Mass through God's nature here on
earth.
Heart and soul, ever-reaching, desires bountiful in hopes of
seeing or being with Him.
Prayers blanketing mirrors of life, easing pressures, fulfilling
promises, gaining momentum, striving for eternal glory.
Silent messages given daily, seen with sight given to our eyes
by God.
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