Sometimes the West door is sealed
cameras secreted where gargoyles scrutinize lead rooves
people disbarred – or lured by coffee aromas
vegan buns and picnickers in pews
I wander our churches for whereabouts of worship
and coming to the crunch
feel God wondering there too
Just 44 words scrunched together for De’s Quadrille: Crunch
(informal: a crucial point or situation)
I love the wander-wondering of this, Laura. Wonderful.
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I love your wonderful take on it – thank you De
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You might wonder, but I think God’s have seen worse things than this…
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Thank God I’m not God!
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I like your views of St. Pauls. I love the wonder/wander as well. the few times I visited I was always amazed at the picnickers in church pews.
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Not so much St. Paul’s but some churches are cafe hybrids
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Wonderful description of the church,….. and finding God doing the same as you… wandering.
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Yes Vivian good that we found each other there!
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I know! 🙂
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I love where you took this and I believe that God enjoys those crunching visitors. Whatever it takes!
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Crisp packets amongst the hymnals?!
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Many years ago when I worked in Cheapside, I used to wander down to St Paul’s on my lunch break. Back then it wasn’t quite so busy in the week, not so many tourists, and it was a place to enjoy peace and quiet, some time to think. I can understand God wondering at the picnickers in the pews.
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I love to sit in the churchyard but do not pay to go in!
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I also used to like sitting in the churchyard if St Mary-le-Bow.
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Ahh Bow bells!
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Dear ladies, sorry that I fail to resist nosing into this conversation. Here’s why: Whenever I’m in the UK, I often park my car near St Mary-le-Bow, eat in Bread Street Kitchen or the sort and hang round the churchyard of St Paul’s (never paid to get in either). So, next time if you see a Chinese guy with a young family of five in the area, maybe you can give him a shout and ask if he’s a pescetarian. Lol
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Will do, Colin!
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Marvelous commentary, Laura!
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Thank you for a marvellous comment Jilly 🙂
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My pleasure, Laura. Always enjoy your work!
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I liked God’s wondering and the sound of “picnickers in pews”. That was a very nice photograph. It reminded me of stained glass which would fit the church theme.
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crunchy picnickers! that effect was from when I had a bit of spell with Deep Dream Generator
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That ending line calls for a deeper reflection between God and ourselves ~ Love your perspective ~
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so well observed – thank you for putting it into words
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This was a wonderful poem. So descriptive… cameras in Gargoyles and God wondering with you among the pews!! Perfect!
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thank you – it arose from my renascent faith and frequent church visits – surprised myself that it followed from ‘crunch’ though
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It worked very well!
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There’s a small caf in St Paul’s crypt but I’ve never seen anyone picnicking in the pews. I must watch for this next time that I’m there.
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crypt cafes are at least away from the nave — with other city churches though the intention is perhaps to pull people in, in order that they might also partake of the spirit
http://www.moot.uk.net/spirituality/
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Great take on the prompt. You had me a little confused with “rooves,” which I assume is meant to be a plural of roof? But once I got past that, I loved the underlying theme.
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Old usage but it seems to sound better than the shorter oof – like hooves rather than hoofs
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That last line somehow had me wondering if the Lord had a whip of cords in hand to chase after the merchants of candles and coffees.
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As long as the aim is to gather the flocks the shepherd will not cast them out
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And these are the days when many claim to belong to the pen, and many claim to be the shepherd. Wanderers on the pasture … wondering if they’re faithfully following. *sigh*
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I love the thought of you and God wandering and wondering amid the pews.
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Always on the look out!
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