"Was that a yes, did you nod?"
"Is there any dinner"
" I don't see any dinner"
" Well, would you like to go out? I heard they had
a new menu down at Irishman's Pub"
" If you want"
" Let's try something else.
You got any notions about what you might be wanting for Christmas this year?"
" A rock".
" You mean like another big diamond"?
"No Blowfish, I have more jewels than I can wear".
" Well, what kind of rock are you talking about?"
" Whomadoors? What the heck are you talking about"
" Actually it's Rocamadour."
" What is it??????"
" The place where I left my heart."
" On Saint Amadour's Rock"
|An amazing ancient city|
|Cleaved into a cliff face above the Alzou|
|The buildings are astonishing|
|As are their construction methods|
|The merge of man-made and God-made is intimate|
|Boggles the mind actually|
|the architectural detail is breath taking|
|The messages sometimes painful to contemplate|
|Pilgrims come from ....everywhere..... to witness ... to experience ... to plea|
|preserved acts of adoration|
|Devoted artisans made their contributions|
|surely it was prayer that accomplished the staggering construction logistics|
|For some, carving for God was a life journey|
|Their contributions still inspire, educate|
|The location...defensible ... the access ..... limited|
|The hike to the ramparts is beautiful|
|And it's a long hike|
|Worth every prayerful step|
|With interesting venues along the way|
|and inspiration for pilgrims past and present|