Friday, July 6, 2012

i hear the music still

This beautiful little country church is in Rockingham Ontario, in the Renfrew County area. It was a delight to come across it and to see that we were able to get inside. The church has not been used for worship for a number of years. A local group is trying to raise funds for maintenance and restoration. I hope that you like both the photo and the poem that accompanies it.

[ f/11, 0.8 sec, 24mm, ISO 200 ]

i hear the music still

i hear the music playing still
the voices raised in unison

hopes and dreams upon the wind
rise above the world we toil within

all the while the air does tremble
with expectation

hearts and spirits raised
in exultation

and yet we're left to endless ponder

where does the permanence of faith reside
why must our values so often wander

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12 comments:

  1. Lovely tribute(s) to faith and the gossamer foundations that support it.

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  2. What a lovely photo and poem...humanity sure is good at wandering.

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  3. Ah yes, the permanence of faith....something many seek, but not everyone finds. Enjoyed the photo as well as the poem.

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  4. Like the picture and your nostalgic take of our time ~

    http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/07/gentle-rain.html

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  5. Sometimes we ponder ourselves right out of faith. Enjoyed reading this and the picture.

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  6. I do love that picture: their is something so melancholy about an abandoned church. I love the texture of the rain-soaked walls. You used rhyme to great effect in this poem - subtle by strong enough to carry the rhythm.

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  7. There is so much history written on the walls of that church. If they could talk, I wonder what stories they would tell. Lovely prose to accompany your beautiful photograph

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  8. intriguing question...it is easy to identify with these confusions, especially since ours are rather godless days of sick hurry and wicked greed.

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  9. This is lovely, and what a beautiful old church, from a simpler time.

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  10. Beautiful as always!

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  11. Beautiful imagery and words

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