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Language 7 Descriptive WritingAlain Vincent E.
Mindaña
The Old Church
It was a beautiful church both sacred
and holy. People come to mass to honor God and His son Jesus. Starry night and
bright moon collided together to create a perfect evening. It was an enchanting
night.
My family and I were getting ready to go to mass. We go to mass
usually every Saturday sometimes on Sunday. My sister is dressed up wearing her
brown outfit with three ribbons attach to it. One is placed near her neck; the
second and the third ribbons are placed near her shoulders. While my mom wore
her plain yellow dress with three buttons aligned vertically. And I wore my
checkered blue polo. As I went outside the cold breeze of air penetrated my
whole body like I was a dead person. The star and the moon shone bright
together, stars twinkled together like dancing lights and the moon radiantly
flashed its beauty to the darkest streets. My mom and my sister are dressed up
and ready to go. So, I got in to the car and my mom drove us to the old church.
Well, since it’s almost December bazaars started showing up near the old church.
People started roaming around before the mass starts. Some are buying foods
eating and others are already seated and waiting for the priest to come. We
entered the church and we saw people silently praying for their love ones. We
also prayed for the safety of others and our love ones. The mass started and
church songs are played in a mellow way. Time passed by the mass ended people
went home to welcome another day tomorrow. As I was walking to our car I had a
feeling that the starry night was watching me above the heavens. People smelled
the fragrance of food in every corner of the church. This night was a beautiful
night. I should thank God for creating such beauty for the humankind.
I
think the old church after 50 years will look older. The church will have
cracks, ceilings will have molds, rusty statutes and many more changes will
occur as time pass by. The old church will also be more sacred and historical.
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