As I sit down in the gazebo, the wind blowing through my hair and making my arm hair lift up in goosebumps, I realized that this is the place I will call my home. The gazebo beauty speaks to me for I have a mark in my soul and body that I will never forget, and this feeling reminds me of a feeling I get when I am in church and speaking to God too. The gazebo has the Holy Spirit within her and she calls on chants to me, to comfort them, to love them and make sure they I am connected to God. The gazebo is a shelter to me when I lose myself. I am lost both spiritually and mentally, for I have been doing things that I shouldn’t be doing because I had a mindset of fulfilling my dreams of becoming a lawyer for criminal cases. For the gazebo calls me to her as if she were a mermaid who sings and lures her prey. …show more content…
However, the image of this gazebo is different from everyone’s point of view because some may see it as a romantic place to be with a lover. Yet, some say that a gazebo is where one can find one’s self and feel a trinity of peace within the mind, heart, and soul. For me the gazebo is my safety net since I feel the peace and love inside of it, and the beauty of nature reaches out and reminds me of whom I am. The gazebo feels are my new home because I feel at peace as if I were in the paradise of Heaven and filled with the Holy Spirit too. This gazebo is a protector for me because it never judges me at my worst. Now, the gazebo is placed in Eastern Mennonite University for it is beside the Seminary and above the campus
In Seraph on the Suwanee and Their Eyes Were Watching God, the physical structure of the porch serves to both literally and figuratively elevate its sitters, and becomes an arena for exploring the theme of inside versus outside spaces.
Why I Left the Church” by Richard Garcia is a poem that explores the ongoing and conflicting relationship between a child’s fantasy and the Church. Although the majority of the text is told in present tense, readers are put through the lenses of a young boy who contemplates the legitimacy of the restricting and constricting nature of worship. It is a narrative that mixes a realist approach of storytelling with a fantasy twist that goes from literal metaphors to figurative metaphors in the description of why the narrator left the church. The poet presents the issue of childhood innocence and preset mindsets created by the Church using strong metaphors and imagery that appeal to all the senses.
My eyes follow the jet black hands on my watch that creep more and more nigh five past six. As the big hands of the clock pass the minutes go by that guarantee relief from agony. The more that time expires, the flowers begin to wither like the hope in my heart that Hester with arriving at the cathedral due to the notice is given by the letter. The wind howls and slams into the cathedral doors giving me false hope that the women of my dreams will be walking through the door. Bending at the waist, and praying to god Hester will come to greet me I feel a breeze hit the back of my neck and reawaken from my concentration in God. As I rise from the pew, I see small women walk through the doors with a black clock and a candle whose burning wax drips down the sides, casting light that guides the way to me. Thine figure in the black cloak hands me a letter and runs away without my response.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
In the Oral Roberts University (ORU) Prayer Garden, guests are reminded that God is the creator of the heavens and earth. Walking the path of the garden, one can see a blanket of blue and gold pansies that fill the air with a fragrant scent. After strolling through the gardens in bloom, a visitor can set on the lush green grass under the shade of the tall trees with limbs spread wide. The majestic trees point guest to the bright blue sky where white fluffy clouds float. The vast sky reminds guests of the endless universe that our great Creator designed. Once a visitor begins to pray, the symphony of the robins and blue jays echoes the song of praise in one’s own heart. The peace in the ORU Prayer Garden gives one a great opportunity to reflect
The Gazebo was once white, but after many battles with the weather, had turned into a light shade of tan. During the summer the surrounding mulberry trees would be laden with ripe, succulent fruit. The sweet juice from the berries stained everything a deep indigo, from hands of children to the young, dewy grass carpeting the ground beneath the trees. Their sepia branches stretched upwards trying to reach the clouds as the sea of leaves whispered in the gentle breeze. Children climbed the trees as if they were a natural jungle gym, easily swinging from one thick branch to another, while below these broad limbs, adults watched their children vigilantly, making sure if one fell they would not hurt themselves on the unforgiving ground only a few
It is not true that the close of a life which ends in a natural fashion-
In doing this, the usher of the church on “Fifth Avenue,” abandoned someone less fortunate in order to maintain a good appearance. This “house of God,” which should be opening its doors to give a he lping hand, turns away a man in need of help. Hughes shows betrayal in the same poem, when the less fortunate man asks St. Peter if he can stay. St. Peter replies, “You ca...
“From time to time I can see their faces, against the dark, flickering like the images of saints, in old foreign cathedrals, in the light of the drafty candles;... I can conjure them but they are mirages only, they don’t last. Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I am to disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedspring, I can stroke myself, under the dry white sheets, in the dark, but I too am dry and white... I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor”(Atwood 118).
When receiving the assignment to observe something completely new, my mind flew to churches. A couple of days after deciding to visit St. James Episcopal for the Holy Eucharist, I was stepping out of the minivan, staring up at a building I had seen my whole life. I had constantly
When I was a child I used to be frightened of entering such a place for it seemed so imposing and somewhat dangerous, especially when music was being played. One day, in order to keep a promise I had made, I saw myself forced to enter. It took me quite a while to get the courage to pass through the old oak door, but the moment I stepped in, I realized just how enchanting and breathtaking this building could be. Its fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes reflect perfectly the unity between this earth and the unseen kingdom of angels in such a manner that one cannot say where one ends and the other begins. The way in which the church was built is also the vivid testimony of a medieval period. Although it is a place that can sometimes be cold and ask for respect it is where prayers are answered and magic is done. An overwhelming feeling of inner harmony takes over you once you enter and God seems much closer. Darkness and light are welded perfectly together creating Redemption’s house. The tower allows you to see the entire town from the smallest river to the biggest building site, offering you its mightiness.
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My “Yella” Umbrella When the day is rainy And gray as it can get, Take out your umbrella And you won't get wet. Why stay at home And get all depressed? Go out for a walk After getting yourself dressed. Outdoors there under
Communication and representation are very important parts of landscape architecture. Without communication to sell a design no project would ever be built. Communication is used to ensure a client that a design exceptional. Representation also plays a large role in public perception of design. The public audience can look at representation to understand a project more thoroughly. Through representation landscape architects have the power to educate the public on the benefits of green spaces and other landscape architecture projects. Current visual communication practices involve creating plans, sections, diagrams, and illustrative perspectives. Although these forms of drawings communicate space to an audience they do not directly show the experience,
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.