Mary
There she was,
carved
in feint relief
for all the world
to see ..
Held fast tween
grey space
and golden rays ..
Those that
yet survived
to shine
through broken
stained glass
window shards ..
And smiled
upon the alter,
aisle and down
among
the gathered
congregation ..
There were
of course those
among them,
who swore that
it was Mary ..
And one or two
even left
an extra penny
in the collection box ..
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Author:
Neville (
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I already have my Mary Neville and she will always be there for me.
Andy
so good to hear sir ..
Dang it! An extra penny? Some places pass round TWO hats (collection plates) in the same service.
I reckon that's being silly - and greedy!
St Paul in the Bible is fair on financial giving. He does not say - give what you haven't got!
thanks for sharing that .. Neville
A beautiful write full of imagery. Fascinating tale (or maybe this is true). Loved it!
thank you Christina .. Neville
If I'm not mistaken it was also your mother's name dear Nev. A close look through a door which I very rarely enter personally but so very beautifully written. 💖
you have such a good memory Teddy and yes Mary was my mothers name .. I am not a church guy myself but regularly pop into my temple ... thank you for being so kind .. ❤️
Ah Neville! I don't know whether this is derived from a personal memory or, just an observation. Regardless, it took me to church!! I don't know why. By the way, that's my mom's name! 💜
snap .. my Mothers name too .. I have a vague recollection of experiencing something along these lines from when I was very young .. I am for my sins not a church goer, but then I don't know any fellow Buddhists who are unless attending for a ceremony such as a funeral, a wedding or blessing .. cheers LIZ 💜
Ohhhhhhhhh and ummmm "I'm for my sins" well....I'm not a church goer either so, yeah, I relate. But I used to. Cheers Neville! 💜
wording!
a thousand people write the same story
but rarely
deliver it with the distilled brevity and eloquence
of a True poet, like you:
'Held fast tween
grey space
and golden rays ..
Those that
yet survived
to shine
through broken
stained glass'
Thank you! what Poetic treats you served this morning..
(hope you n yours have a peaceful week Hyung
my thoughts are with her 🙏)
I just can’t thank you enough brother Mek 👍
Held fast tween
grey space
and golden rays ..
What a great way to paint an image. Just like King Kong, you got it goin on!
Ding dong .............. wot aint going on, must be gone ..... how kind Mr. O
I'm going for context (I'm in a contextual mood today)... Wasn't (broken windows) just after the dissolution of the monasteries or something, was it........??
It may well have been Dave .. I have poemed muchly on the subject .. but not recently .. maybe
Unsure?
Mede me think of a recovering war-torn village or city church. Some can find belief in any form when survival is at stake. A very succinct presentation of images and leaving behind the question of faith.
"an extra penny in the collection box" - brings us all back down to Earth. Faith is what you make it. - Phil A.
Thanks for taking time to consider these stacked words Phil your visits and ongoing encouragement are always welcome and appreciated .. Neville
It seems the aftermath of tragedy, in which this mysterious Mary dwells. A quiet reflection and perhaps renewal of hope? You treat this with kind, gentle hands and mold it beautifully.
Thank you dear Bella .. 💛
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