Our walking road is
hushed, trees an arched canopy –
no stained glass, no choir –
but breath soars like incense and
holiness wraps around us.

Image credit; Alison Torres @ Unsplash
Copyright ©2026 Lisa Paul. All rights reserved.
Our walking road is
hushed, trees an arched canopy –
no stained glass, no choir –
but breath soars like incense and
holiness wraps around us.

Image credit; Alison Torres @ Unsplash
Copyright ©2026 Lisa Paul. All rights reserved.
I felt the hush of angels. Lovely.
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Thank you 🤍
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Thank you 🤍
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So beautiful…
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Thank you so much, Chris.
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That is my kind of house of worship. Gorgeous.
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Thank you so much, Violet!
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Lisa, your poem is so spiritually elevating. Beautiful. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you, Sadje, for your kind words.
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You’re most welcome
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