 I am a symbol of faith and a symbol of hope. None can compare to my splendor. Many travel miles from far and wide to see me. They come with their friends and family, some alone. I have the answers to their prayers. I am the key to their deliverance. They are mesmerized by my radiance, mesmerized by my glory, for I am worth my weight in gold. I cover those in prayer like a blanket of safety, a quilt of protection, but some of you don't even pray. Have you forgotten your master? I am made from a precious metal found all over the world. Though you would burn when you touch fire, heat makes me purer. I bring warmth to every heart that looks at me. They all look up to me, raising their hands, reaching out to the heavens. Under me your prayers are accepted. Under me your prayers are answered. I see each and every one of you flock into me, like bees to flowers. You bring your hearts, your hopes and dreams, your desires, your nightmares. You think you know Kalpala. I watch over the gates. I house the angels who circulate and pray for the sinners. I hear every prayer, every wish, every request, every hope, every despair of a broken heart. I hear every mumbled and uttered word of salutations. Oh Jose, peace be upon you. You want to touch the shrine. I make sure no rain nor dust falls on it. I make sure no harm can come to it. I house the angels. I house the prayers. I am the symbol of Kalpala. I am the dome over the one who died alone. I am the dome that harbors the sun of Zara.