Stone Chapel Hill
Moon hides behind
An old stone church spire
On an barren grassy hill
Shards of light
Spills onto the ground
Through the stain glass
Lighting a path
The steeple doors
A poor man knocks
Lord, I seek only
Refuge from the night
A few crumbs
For a shrunken belly
I will work for your blessings
That you may bestow on me
Stairs are in need of repair
To an upper floor
He work night and through the day
Until the task was complete
As he came
He disappeared
Down the path
Sunday
When the stone chapel on the hill
Field with the worshipers
Amazement filled their eyes
A stairs exquisitely built
No supports
No nails
Never heard from again….
The spoking name
Was Joseph
Stone Chapel Hill
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Stone Chapel Hill
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how ever slow
speeds up
as we grow
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So much be said
with so few words
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i like it! very nice very nice! 
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