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Magpie 31 - Our Lady Of Sheer Mystery



hurry down
sundown
join heaven 
and earth

make the ordinary
sacred, luminous
draped 
in dusk born shadow

yes 

i do see
her head
bowed
in fervent prayer

sorrowful cross
on her back
glorious world
at her hem 

a miraculous apparition
trusted, believed
i do not lean
unto my own understanding


i can
only joyfully hope
with all of
my heart.


Rene ~ 2010


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  1. make the ordinary sacred...i like that...

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  2. I absolutely love that picture. I thought I was looking at the reflection of a cathedral at first. I love the poem as well. On another note, thanks so much for your definition of "nalloo" for Captcha Balderdash. It made me laugh out loud! I love creative people. :)

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  3. Just beautifully worded, make the ordinary sacred ... I just loved this too!

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  4. Sundown joining heaven and earth -- beautifully put.

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  5. Very interesting. Makes you think. Well done.

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  6. Hope certainly goes with faith and charity...

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  7. Really lovely. I do understand.

    Kat

    P.S. Visit me at The Kathus (kathus78.blogspot.com) where I've tagged you for a little meme.

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  8. "Man would rather invent the miraculous, than investigate the ordinary (and discover the miraculous within)." - Michael Moorcock

    Many thanks to you for investigating the ordinary, and discovering.

    Peace,
    IG

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  9. Make the ordinary sacred.. Wow what thought... Very nice poem...Great mag

    Thanks for stopping by at my blog

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  10. And that is all we can do. Great work. Thank you.

    Casey

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  11. A very beautiful poem of hope and faith..

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  12. uplifting! excellent magging Rene!

    mine will be up tomorrow, just in time for church :)

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  13. nice write rene...believing is up to each of us...(thanks for the correction)...blessings.bkm

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  14. 'hurry down
    sundown
    join heaven
    and earth'
    loved these words.

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  15. Thank you all for reading and commenting on my first ever Magpie...
    I really enjoyed writing this but not half as much as I am enjoying reading every elses submissions. They are truly spectacular. What an honor! I don't know why on earth I did not join Magie Tales sooner.

    Rene

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  16. My heart skips a little when I see that you've written verse. I am never disappointed. Thanks, Rene.

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  17. My first glance noticed a praying nun.. and you have captured her!

    And you've hinted at one of my favourite verses Proverbs 3:56.

    Well done!

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  18. Fred..I love when my words set your heart a flutterin'
    thanks, friend.

    HisFireFly..thanks for finding me and getting me :)

    Rene

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  19. "...I do no lean unto my own understanding..."

    Wonderful poem and one with introspection and thought.

    Rick

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  20. As a cheerful unbeliever who relishes doubt and mystery, this speaks to me with grace and economy. Well said, Rene.

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  21. I loved "sorrowful cross/ on her back/ glorious world/ at her hem". It reminds me of the ending of the Gerard Manley Hopkins poem "God's Grandeur": "Because the Holy Ghost over the bent world broods with warm breast and ah! bright wings".

    I loved this.

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  22. Beautiful and simple! Such small thoughts speak such great volumes!

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  23. You know how much I enjoy things that can't be totally explained. Like that haunting picture. Beautiful.

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  24. make the ordinary sacred. Yes-I like this.

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  25. Love the magpie. Draped in dusk born shadow just like the photo.

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  26. good one and totally cool idea.
    you de man.
    what?
    you know what i mean.

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  27. Great job gal. The writing is inspirational. Thanks for your visit too.
    QMM

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  28. The light of twilight does make all things sacred! Beautiful Magpie, Rene.

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  29. Rene this is beautiful and inspiring! :-)

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  30. oh, I like this so much, your take on this week's prompt - like Brian said, you make the ordinary sacred

    beautifully written! thank you

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  31. such beautiful words tied together to make a poem
    just beautiful

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  32. I am overwhelmed, honored and over the moon that so many of you have taken the time to read and comment on my words.

    I truly appreciate every one of you :)

    Rene

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  33. Love your honest and open bio Rene. And i really loved this poem. As an ex catholic it speaks to me of the sacred and the reverent and the hopeful. It also made me smile a little at a soft undercurrent of , well, irreverence.

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  34. What a beautiful poem -- mysterious and joyful -- just like worship should be.

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  35. Well said and a nice take on the photo too. :) I so love your cadence.

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