It looks like Bethlem hut. Maybe in addition Grazio had that log to burn so that small children could warm themselves.
IT’S A ROYAL PALACE
Enter here respectful.
Stop here meditating.
Just in this place
food was prepared,
people had meals.
A fireplace was enough
to gather together
dad with mum and children.
Bread fed the body,
love filled heart.
Listen by your soul.
The walls send back
still now the mild echo
of that quiet speaking,
of that pious prayer.
The narrow space
kept them happy
nearer each other
and each of them could hear
others’ heart beat.
Don’t envy rich people.
A royal palace is that house
where God is respected.
Poverty becomes
richness in paradise.
Translated by Marilisa Cannarsa
Archiviato in:
Poems
Heya i am for the primary time here. I found this board and I in finding It really helpful & it helped me out
much. I’m hoping to give one thing back and aid others like you aided me.