My grandmother used to recite a nursery rhyme with hand motions. Here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the doors and see all the people. This church near my home has the largest steeple in the area and always reminds me of the rhyme when I pass by.
Those gothic arched doors and windows point to heaven, too! Beautiful steeple, nice perspective. And I learned that little rhyme growing up, too. A little more difficult with arthritic hands!
