Description and Poem of the Pilar Church | Tomás Braun and Matías Ripoll

 

Description of the Church

The church of Pillar is situated in Recoleta, Buenos Aires. It was built as a part of the Franciscan monastery in 1732 and is dedicated to our lady of the Pillar. It is the second-oldest church and its construction was begun by the Italian Andres Blanqui and finished under Juan Bautista Primoli. Despite its antiquity, this church keeps attracting people.

From distance, you can appreciate a delightful garden with two brick-made sideroads. The garden is made of a perfectly cut and greenish grass covered with white and growing flowers. Black fences surround the garden working as protection. The outside of the church has a white color and it contains rectangular windows all over the front side of it. The church has a triangular-shaped roof and on the left of it at the top, a white bell can be seen. The entrance of the Church of Pilar is white and has black gratings to forbid the access to it. As you get in, there is an area with a brick-made floor which leads to the big wooden gate, which gives access to the inside of the kirk

      As you enter, you can perceive two lines of brownish benches and between them, a thin corridor is made. This one leads to the altar of the church and three chairs in which the priest and the altar boys sit. In addition a golden-made and huge sculpture which has, at the center of it, our lady of the pillar. At the sides of the church white columns with significative Christian statues can be seen. The ceiling is white, giving the inside of the church a light color.

       All in all, the church of pilar has a delightful appearance in both the inside and outside of it, and it is for this reason that many tourists decide to visit it every day.

 

 

Poem – The Pilar Church

 

Built by his followers,

Lighted by his angelical advice

Even the Lord was flabbergasted

by the souls it enticed

 

The white walls illuminated their faith

The greenish grass lighted a delightful day while the Lord waited for their entrance

accepting every one of their repentance

 

And through the wooden gates, there she stands,

Delightfully seeing everyone’s face

In front of her, her dead son,

The Lord’s word being said for everyone in the place

 

She is not alone there, though,

Sunday noon fills her house with pained,

Agonising spirits,  praying for help and salvation,

A man kindly speaks “it’s okay to be afraid”

 

As big as a Roman temple,

Her greatness as big as a Church,

Standing above the Pilar,

Jesus’ utterances being said,

“It’s okay to be afraid”, they say,

“My fault, hit me with your birch”.