Poem: Weakness


I have a weakness for holy places
and seem to find them
where ever I go.

About this poem.

I love me my churches, cathedrals and chapels. But I learned long ago that holy places come in all forms and religions, from formal to the great outdoors; from grand to intimate; and everything in between.

The picture was taken in Rome. This chapel was not in our guidebook. We just stumbled on it.


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