Through the streets I wandered,
Meandering as I went,
And as I walked I pondered,
What lay just round the bend.
Heat was blazing down on me,
From the August sun,
Let loose on holiday, I was free
My plans for the day all done.
What I then saw before my eyes
I did not expect to find:
A glowing shrine, quite large in size,
Light and darkness intertwined.
Under an arched ceiling, candles abounded:
Plaques of thanks covered the wall,
Cobblestones beneath my feet were rounded,
From centuries of footfall.
Sometimes, without the guidebook
You come across that special place,
Which makes you stop and take a look,
And wonder in its grace.