Sunday arrived feeling slow and quiet,beckoning our souls to meander amongst the country lanes and churches of a nearby village.
The warm summer sun on the stone fences and soaring spires, bathed all with a gentle glow of calm, and highlighted the the purple ribbon of Salvation Jane rimmimg the hills.
Reverently stepping inside the whitened sanctuary, we whispered thoughts and observations, wondering about the congregation this old sacred place had served for so many generations.
What were the prayers sent heavenward from this cloistered wood?How many times did it watch silently as weddings bells gave way to baptisms and on to tearful farewells?
The joyfilled welcomes and holy 'au revoirs'.
How long is the line of the open-handed hungry hearts
surging down the aisles of past and present to receive Bread..
broken and bleeding?
Cobblestones, now silent between services hold echoes of the pilgrim's steps, yielding and bowing under the weight of time.Smoothing low and humble.
Knees bent in prayerful embrace and shoes wearing down the rough of brick have left a wave arching toward eternity.
Outside, the road sweeps past the towering steeple while trees bend and wrap in green caress.. hiding the door so that one must seek to enter.
Summer flowers bloom in the prayer gardens,luring the heart to stay in stillnesss and to meditate long on His beauty
in this space of quiet reflection.
Arched pink and cream and bricked, the back of the sanctuary wall recalls to mind the East Gate of the Holy Temple.Witness of His royal arrival and eternal voices raised in glad "Hosannas"!
Forever waiting for Him..
Aged steeple eyes glance upon the open door of the hilltop chapel in communion and holy brotherhood.
Together they fill the skies with joyful hallelujahs.
Praise to Him, Who cannot be contained by walls..
And on the warm and consecrated stone sat two...
basking together in the midday sun.
Scampering into the safe and deep crevice at loud approaches, as if to say to the world's noise
"You may look from a respectful distance and observe us, but where we go you cannot enter".
In the silence of the Rock the Spirit still speaks..
blessings..Trish
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Trish~ this was amazing! So beautiful! The photos so pretty too! Did you write this?
ReplyDeletePatrizia
Hi Trish,
ReplyDeleteThis post made me feel so peaceful. The words are so poetic, and the pictures are so beautiful, I wish I were there.
God bless,
Michele Katherine
I felt the holiness of the Lord as I read this... what a beautiful post Trish...
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ReplyDeleteTrish,
ReplyDeleteThese were simply beautiful photos, and I also enjoyed your poetic words to go with each one.
Blessings,
-Lady Rose
Beautiful Photos! :-)
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God Bless You :-)
~Ron
Thank you for the kinds words my friends!
ReplyDeletePatrizia~ yes, I did write this after we spent Sunday at a local historical village :-)
I'm thankful that peace and holiness were felt through this post. Praise be to Jesus Christ!
Welcome Hannah Rose and Tom. blessings..Trish
dear trish,
ReplyDeleteyour writing is exquisite. i particularly love this: How long is the line of the open-handed hungry hearts
surging down the aisles of past and present to receive Bread..
broken and bleeding?
there were so many good lines, such as cloistered wood... the way you gave voice to a church, it broke me. i hope you'll keep linking to imperfect prose. you host such gift, friend. xo
oh your pictures...they captured me just as much if not more than your words. so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteEmily, thank you for the sweet encouragement. I must say, I am in awe of the gifted writers who join you at Imperfect Prose! I appreciate your kind comment and I do hope to link again. Your beautiful words reach deep :-) many blessings in Christ..Trish
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