An Orthodox chapel under a palm tree
A little absurd in that tropical landscape.
The southern sun is seeping through windows.
No ATM, no scrawny old ladies
Selling candles; they're there to be taken for free.
A prayer for peace is hung on the wall
In a silent defiance of ways of the Homeland.
And somehow my heathen heart is overflown
With a burst of soft needles that well could be grace.
Grace
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