Tuesday, September 4, 2012

My Prayer At Bavokerk



Bavokerk, Haarlam


I stand in the whisper
of souls’ keenest desires
flagrant in their wanting,
the murmurs so loud
my ears hammer
in the same harmony
of heart beats
synching across eons.

If I sit still long enough
will the pipes of their bodies
release those desires
molecule by molecule
into the ether
of the souls’ remembrances:
a sigh recalled,
a tear abstained,
a word muted
in the wind of time?

I sit silent
a witness
holding the door open for you.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

posted for Dverse

47 comments:

  1. Very meditative poem, Audrey. I can feel the eyes of past centuries rising above. The wind of time eventually will claim us all.

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  2. A perfect end to the communion. Thank you for the introduction to this beautiful place.

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  3. so much going on here...love the holding the door open for him..the waiting, praying, being, listening..the pipes of their bodies...awesome..organ music gives me shivers..so full of felt resonance...

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    1. Thank you Claudia--so glad that you liked this one!

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  4. This is such a beautiful piece, A silent witness holding the door open for you, is such a sharing stanza. Really beautiful.

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  5. if i sit long enough what will be released...cool piece audrey....i like the welcome as well in holding the door open for them to come in...to share and be real....

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  6. One of the justification of the early church in braking with the tradition of simple churches was the desire to have heaven in a Earthly place. A feeling suggested by this poem.

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  7. What a grand place. The door swinging open to let all in and share, like that notion.

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  8. I like the last image of holding the door open..welcoming spirit ~ Lovely share ~

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  9. Ah, such a pretty poem. Well done. k .

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  10. It is a solemn communion with souls of the past. Impressive.

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  11. Audrey, I hereby grant YOU permission to jactate. Your poem is magnificent! :)

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  12. Such a thoughtful and beautiful piece, Audrey. Loved the phrase "the ether
    of the souls’ remembrances."

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  13. A compromise in keeping the door open. An anticipation to welcome the expected appearance! Nicely. Audrey!

    Hank

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  14. lovely... the pipes of their bodies is just fabulous.

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    1. Thank you Mrs. Mediocrity--whose writing is anything but . . .

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  15. This is so beautiful. Got caught up in the delicious flow of word and form. Great piece.

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  16. Beautiful ,mysterious and yet inviting. Thank you for sharing.

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  17. How very universal yet personal in its delivery....I love "syncing across eons"

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  18. Thank you Bill! I signed up for yours as well!

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  19. Beautiful, I can feel the heart beating into the ether

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