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.
Very meditative poem, Audrey. I can feel the eyes of past centuries rising above. The wind of time eventually will claim us all.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary!
DeleteA perfect end to the communion. Thank you for the introduction to this beautiful place.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anna! I so appreciate your comments!
Deleteso 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...
ReplyDeleteThank you Claudia--so glad that you liked this one!
DeleteThis is such a beautiful piece, A silent witness holding the door open for you, is such a sharing stanza. Really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bren!
Deleteif 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....
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian!
DeleteOne 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.
ReplyDeleteI did not know that John--thank you!
DeleteVery lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThank you The Linnet!
DeleteBeautiful write, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteThank you Charles!
DeleteWhat a grand place. The door swinging open to let all in and share, like that notion.
ReplyDeleteThank you Pat
DeleteBeautiful... love the heartbeats.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie!!
DeleteLove this! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ayala!
DeleteI like the last image of holding the door open..welcoming spirit ~ Lovely share ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Grace!
DeleteAh, such a pretty poem. Well done. k .
ReplyDeleteIt is a solemn communion with souls of the past. Impressive.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the read and comments!
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mads!
DeleteAudrey, I hereby grant YOU permission to jactate. Your poem is magnificent! :)
ReplyDeleteOhh! Jactating all over the place then!
DeleteSuch a thoughtful and beautiful piece, Audrey. Loved the phrase "the ether
ReplyDeleteof the souls’ remembrances."
A compromise in keeping the door open. An anticipation to welcome the expected appearance! Nicely. Audrey!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you Hank! Much Appreciated!
Deletelovely... the pipes of their bodies is just fabulous.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mrs. Mediocrity--whose writing is anything but . . .
DeleteThis is so beautiful. Got caught up in the delicious flow of word and form. Great piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you Poet Laundry! So glad you liked it!
DeleteBeautiful ,mysterious and yet inviting. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteHow very universal yet personal in its delivery....I love "syncing across eons"
ReplyDeleteThank you so much kkkaty!
DeleteI love your blog Audrey; I just signed up!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bill! I signed up for yours as well!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I can feel the heart beating into the ether
ReplyDeleteThank you Frank!!!
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