The Beauty of a Sunday

Oceans 993

A Prose Poem

The problem with getting older, is that you’ve heard every sermon, or you think you have.

I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me, when I was young, showed me there was something greater. I saw the church filled with people, but their hearts were not still.

Later, the wooden benches were hard, difficult sermons, long sermons, with harsh words. Railing against the Pope, or President Obama. I was confused, and my heart grew sick.

Healing for me came, in the stained glass, the space. Certainly in the peace, and in the beauty of faith. Now the sermons are shorter, and the words are decorated with love. His presence. What can we give to others?

All of this reminding me of the creation, the woods, the rivers, the mountains, and the beauty of life.

My heart is full now, and contented.

And in the late afternoon, Sundays were made, for napping.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

19 thoughts on “The Beauty of a Sunday

  1. Anywhere we find peace or happiness, we learn life and faith in different ways… like we see a flower and marvel at its beauty, we feel even though it will bloom for few days, it’s gives others joys the best way it can 🙂

    1. Ady I love your comments! Thank you, and yes so very true. There was a time where I was into fundamentalism, and it lacked love and peace (the sermons with harsh words). Love and peace are so important. Peace to you Ady, and every good blessing!

  2. I didn’t learn faith in a church, the woods taught me…

    I feel it here. Yes, I feel the Wind amongst us, rushing along the banks of the Ribble, between our hills set upon this very chapel – the one they have all tried to take from beneath our very feet!

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