On a quiet little street in a peaceful little courtyard stands this church. The gate into the courtyard was open, but the church wasn't. I walked into the garden and up to the door where I (as I almost always do) ran my hand over the surface of the door and scrutinised its details. I especially like to touch these big metal doors...it is as if they were also made for people who can't see or hear, the texture was put there for the blind to see what and angel looks like and for the deaf to hear the angels singing. Yes, surely there must be angels singing around a beautiful, quiet door like this...listen...maybe you hear them, too!
