When Sharon Temple appeared to us, with its dazzling whiteness contrasting with the blue autumn sky, even my little companion, not usually inclined towards contemplation, recognized that this building was different. Everything is symbolic in this 1832 temple bathed in natural light. The three stories stand for the Holy Trinity. The twelve pillars bear the apostles' names. On the Jacob's ladder, the bars supporting the ramp gradually reduce in height and width as we go up, giving the impression of rising towards Paradise. There's no pulpit, priests didn't preach here. People came to meditate and listen to music. Kids will like to know that the small and peculiar round house in the back of the land used to be the architect's toilet, made in such a way "because the Devil hides in corners".
