Chapel of the Little Flower

You can’t see it from the street
But Chapel of the Little Flower saves Detroit.
When the street burns– it anoints with ashes.
When the street is hungry– it feeds the street.
The homeless sing outside its doors
And the song carries up the alley
Like the flight of birds.

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