When I listened to feeble whispers, I wondered what each of them was thinking,
I saw a poor man asking for mercy; A mother shedding a tear for her daughter’s demise.
I saw a rich man making a generous donation; A helpless beggar, slouched in a corner with moist eyes.
I saw a father teaching verses from the bible to his son.
A woman speaking to the priest, probably making a confession.
And I thought to myself, what is it am I here for? Is it to pray or to seek?
I look to my left, straight into the eye of my beloved. I hold his hand tightly, bring it to my lips and kiss it tenderly. And then I say to God- I thank you for letting me come here with nothing more to ask for!