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Gazing into the washed rose pink sky
mottled with wispy clouds drifting by
there on the wavering horizon
a majestic steeple arising
above purple fog crawling
an omen beckoning and calling
Come, rest within hallowed peaceful halls
your prayers answered within these sacred walls.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Quadrille Monday: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/28/quadrille-72/
Oh, this is sensational. I do love the picture that goes along with this beautiful inviting piece. 💗
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Thank you!
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your rhyming lent a special feel to the quadrille – an ethereal invitation, the steeple used so brilliantly to convey that.
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Thank you kindly Gina.
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I love your use of colour – the steeple rising from darkness into light.
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Thank you Sarah.
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An omen of such beauty has to be benign
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Yes, it does. Thank you Bjorn.
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Love your use of steeple. Such a calm and peaceful poem, such a sense of the holy.
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Thank you Toni.
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god’s tardis to the heavens. i love the idyllic scene
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Thank you!
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This is very beautiful and powerful.
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Thank you so much. Glad you stopped by.
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Me also x
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If only holy places helped power up prayers!
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Maybe they do. Thank you!
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You had me at washed rose pink sky 😀 this is breathtakingly beautiful, Linda! ❤️
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Thank you!
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Absolutely loved this!
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Thank you!
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A perfect pairing of image and poetry. It does feel like an inviting place to rest and find comfort.
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Thank you Mish.
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The image comes alive with your words!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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I like your description of the beckoning omen. Nice sound.
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Thank you kindly Frank.
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Your beckoning-calling above the purple crawling is quite striking. Lovely imagery.
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Thank you!
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Such beauty, such peace!
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Thank you, happy you stopped by.
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The pleasure is all mine!!
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Wow, this is stunning! So beautifully written, Linda! ❤️
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Thank you Dorinda!
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You’re welcome!
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I love this Linda. The way it sounds when I speak it in my head is just beautiful. Thank you for sharing this. Anita
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My pleasure. Thank you for the kind words.
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Absolutely beautiful…and a unique way to include the word steep. I’m reminded of the small rural towns where the steeple does indeed welcome people…and is a welcome fixture on an otherwise unremarkable and flat horizon.
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Thank you Lillian.
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Wow Linda! Your words, that picture, the promised peace… what an engaging, serene piece! Beautiful!
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Thank you Rob. So happy you enjoyed it!
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Steeples point toward the heavens, you paint first the heavens to bring our focus to the steeple
“Gazing into the washed rose pink sky
mottled with wispy clouds drifting by”
(Stunning!)
Giving our skyward gaze its purpose, to gather us together at this nexus, I picture inside the walls heads are bowed focusing inward to find God in the Rest rather than the sky – Lovely colors too.
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What beautiful thoughts. Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks my friend. xoxoxo
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Always my pleasusre, My Dear!
xoxoxo
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