April 17, 2014
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Steeples
All my steeples are peoples
I am caught up in the chase
No time for an embrace
I have to keep on pace
losing the human raceAll my churches are searches
Life has its treble and base
Some days are frills and lace
others are pepper and mace
A warm sun burn on my faceAll my pews are views
Down on my knees in place
Begging you please erase
this icy breeze with grace
and ease this trying caseAll my alters are falters
From here we keep looking up...
Comments (13)
The Frencjh countryside is covered by steeples ; : one by little villages and even hamlets . The clocks rang the "Angelus " on the morning, at midday and at night. They were monuments of a living faith.
In friendship
Michel
What I love about your poetry is the fun sparkle on the outside, and the deep thought just below the sparkle.
Where is the like button?
you are truly gifted you know...smile
JOHN! this is an amazing bit of poetry. I love it so much. Too much. Love the way your words flow with such ease. You are a master!
I very much like this. Very much.
I love that!!! Brilliant . I sure love reading your works.
Amen
So beautifully worded....Indeed, from the alter, we keep looking up.....
God Bless your day!!
Yes, may the cold go away and we'll keep looking up. I agree with your wishes and may they all come true!
Another really good one! Are you sure you are a painter and not a poet??
I love your poem!
It brought tears to my eyes...because it is so beautiful, because I relate to it so well, and because I'm now thinking of the grace of the Lord, which I am so badly in need of.
Yes, keep looking up!
HUGS!!!
Another good one love the flow and rhythm in rhyme. I guess this is your thing.
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