Whether its in a little church in the valley by the wildwood...
...or the Notre-Dame Basilica
God hears those who worship him in spirit and truth!
(Yet a time is coming and has now come
when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth,
for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks.
Life’s fiends of fear would paralyze the fount of Hope within
Where hunger-lords would rule the sighs that vex this cage of skin
Without a charge for something greater than time's push and pull
…to worship Love’s Creator with a heart humbly thanks-full
Life’s strife-anointed battlefields would drive us to despair
As rife the rush of hours wields its weapons made of air
Where change, a constant rival to what once we thought we knew
Makes struggles for survival more than flesh and blood ado
Life’s give and take would wake in us a doleful agony
The bread we break never enough to feed the soulful plea
But Love without exception to a world hate would destroy
Became the soul’s salvation making possible full joy
Life’s everlasting fortitude as generations pass
Fills hearts with holy gratitude where man’s days are as grass
But worth the hurt where want and need would be too much to bear
Without the Certainty of He who leads from here to There
© Janet Martin
We had a wonder-full, thanks-full trip!
Often in the eastern province's scenic sweeps
a church-spire would draw the eye
as it reached toward the sky!
This church's bells tolled through the valley one evening while we stopped
to admire the view along the St. Lawrence River!