The Chapel of the Holy Cross is something I have written of before.

I never really know what to say about this place.

I wish I had some beautiful poetry to share about this chapel.

You walk up this winding concrete path that becomes more and more beautiful – lined with flowers and statues. Finally, you reach a plateau and see that you are standing up so high. You feel the wind and you see red mountains all around you.

You see the entrance of the chapel and you are sure that the angels have joined you there.

When you enter the chapel, you can tell that many prayers have been said there for friends and loved ones.

You have been prayed for in that chapel, too.

Have a blesed week,

Kate