by Vincent van Gogh
I sit at the edge of this field in the shadow of a church steeple. The voices of the faithful flow from open windows and I can imagine each head bowed in humble supplication. Their knees bent adoringly as dim candle light flickers from brass sconces.
I raise my face to the sun and with a choir of sparrows worship in the light of creation.
under the bright sun
all of creation sings praise
voices joined in glee
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Today is Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub
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Such is the joy of the faithful to be serenely together in common solace with the Providence’s greatness!
Hank
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thanks for your comment, Hank
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Really lovely, like a rejoicing.
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thanks!
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Voices of praise..
inside outside now
above so below
all around
a grain of
wheat
sings
a natural
song of
a boWed
chalice
that
has
no
home…
but i sTill go
for the SonG
of toGetHeRness..
that WiLL never
sinG from
a
golden chalice
my friend now…
Wheat ChaliCe
alWays
n0w SinGs..:)
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🙂 praise all around!
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:)!
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You and I wrote from similar perspectives! Beautiful!
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thanks. I’ll be checking out yours later tonight.
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I love the voice of praise and serenity under the bright sun ~ A meaningful haibun ~
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thanks, Grace
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The voice of those sparrow’s really made it for me.
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glad you liked it. thanks for commenting.
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I feel a sense of tranquility as I read your words.
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thanks, Mary
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An uplifting take on the painting and prompt 🙂
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thanks!
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I like how you take us from the parishioners within the chapel to the outside “chapel” of nature’s choir. Just beautiful…very uplifting!
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thank you very much!
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Lovely and lyrical!
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thank you!
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Wonderful visuals. Enjoyed this very much. 🙂
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Thanks!
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You put me right there with you.
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thanks!
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