Returning Home

From the top floor of a parking Garage,
The tops of Tall buildings seem no
Longer like a mirage

I see a church with a statue about the doorway
My curiosity is caught
I usually do not find time to pray
But I go there

The arches of the ceiling are grand
Every window holds stained glass
I feel like this could not have been planned
From their places on the pillars, faces of angels
Watch me pass

I know so little of what goes on here
But the greatness of the building has made
Me lose my fear

I light four candles for one I
Have lost
Warm serenity moves in
Shooing away the frost.