I wonder what has happened
to the days
when life was carefree.
I wander as I wonder,
as I look, but I don't see.
Yet still I wonder,
wandering yet,
Ceaselessy searching,
for a way to get

love
truth
beauty

without

strife
hatred
pain

where can I find
the hidden virtues of the heart,
they're buried deep,
they've been ignored for so long.
Yet they've been there all along.

Marble floor reflection against the brightness
Wooden kneelers smooth with lightness
Stained glass windows of Virgin so mild
Hearts beating with love towards Her Child
Silver embroidered, the glittering like rain
Crucifix and dying Christ expression of pain
Purity of white cloth, red of blood and old
Presence so loving, arms to enfold
Beads of wood in trembling fingers
Walking, praying, a woman lingers
Mantilla draped like a veil of truth
Uncertainty in the eyes of the youth
Strong faith, strong hope, strong love