.
I sit
in the
sixth row
pew
in an
empty church...
The smell
of old books
and varnish
permeate
the air.
I listen...
for the Word.
The moment
shifts,
and I am
sitting
upon my
pillow
on the
floor.
Incense
wafting
around me
in halls
of saffron.
There is
no Word...
There is
no I...
Only Silence...
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Inspired by this wondrous piece - allpoetry.com/Poem/1900464
Written May 6th, 2006
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Been there,done that. The only sound the ears can hear,not the soul.Would be the squeaking pews.Echoing through the silence of high ceilings.That will draw attention to looking upwards.Ha! Sorry,this was a fabulous divine piece of design you've shared.~~Suseann
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beautiful piece i enoyed it please check out mine especially my contest im a young christian i havent got to do much yet
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Peaceful and serene, a delight to read!
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Oh marvelous. Transcending physicality taking the reader to the church of Endlessness. Oh I love that smell of old books and varnish. Man made fragrances, divine work.
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Your verses are spare, but give plenty to think on. The sensory images resonate with me, a silent church, a silent meditation hall, leading one to inner silence.
I think there is a typo in the fourth stanza.
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I smell the scents in both places, I see the surroundings clear...in sparing words You've painted these two slices of Life, these two Moments. And beneath You have spoken of the Stillness in which the Word and I are One, leaving only the Silence from which ALL springs.
Thank you for the echoed Light. Shine on, Poet Divine!
Peace and blessings, Rod -
This is a great piece , vary inspiring , almost makes me want to sit in my corner and reach it myself , nice to see you back , Storm
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this poem is really beautiful
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this poem deeply resonates with my heart. thank you
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