in a small
chapel with
elaborate wood
carvings we
listened to the singer
who drank beer
and rambled
between songs.
i closed my
eyes held your
hand lost myself
in the vocals
finding God more
in this than in the
elaborately carved
wooden chapel.
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the sieve and the sand 
nice man. i miss little white chapels… (tho you never said white i suppose)… have you ever been to the one on CSU campus? pretty cool… pretty tiny.
im not a fan of gigantic chapels either