Still in Spain, going to Loyola, I got a myself a lot of presents . . . beautiful autumn trees and lines and lines of fresh-smelling trees. Lovely trees, lovely place, lovely day. Do save a tree in your own little way.
TREES
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
We went to St. Ignatius Basilica where our couple friends renewed their marriage vows that very day. We were witnesses to a romantic event.
We roamed around the place inhaling the fresh cool breeze of autumn with a spirit of peace and inexplicable joy. What a way to rejuvenate the body and the soul.
But of course, 'twas swell to get a bite of Italian pizza, pasta and gelato the following day. Yummy! But that would be in another post.
Rome is a place of grandeur. What will surely catch your eyes are the mind-boggling beauty of the ceilings of the basilicas.
Looking up high at the ceilings (which may result to stiff neck, if done for hours for the different buildings), I just can't help but marvel at the detailed works of art. How could that be done high up there? How long did the artist take to complete the job? How were these preserved? How much of these are restored work?
Look at all those gold carvings. What does the designs mean? Surely these art masterpieces have their own stories to tell. Wonderful, just wonderful.
