Altars, Columns and the Virgin, Spain
Marble, carvings, soaring ceilings. Light, shadow, sacred statues. The Virgin and Child. Columns and candles. Hand-painted walls. The Virgin and Wounded Savior.
Sight drawn upward, through, inward. The soul rushed by glory and magnitude.
What hands toiled? Whose backs stooped? Which minds envisioned, planned, ordered? Are the names scrawled somewhere in secret? Did I touch them with my feet, my eyes, unawares? Can I thank those who brought joys and sorrows, a bag of bread to sustain their day, artistry to last through the years? Will they hear me now... gasping awe?
Labels: cathedrals, Granada, Seville, travel
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:00 AM
5 Comments:
We have such a creative God who has shared with us the ability to create. It speaks of His glory! Such beauties!!!!
breath taking! i often wonder how God feels when he sees such beauty built for his glory; yet, most often built through the blood, sweat, and tears of those that may not have chosen to take on such a task...i wonder how he feels about all those involved from vision to completion....i can only speculate - i like your line of thought because it connects us to you as you are connecting to the flesh and blood of them :0)
Oh, the beauty! That man can create such awe-inspiring artistry amazes me, and reminds me that the Artist Himself has created works of art more intricate still and infused with the breath of life. Amazing.
I'm so glad you were able to go and see these wonders, and I am very grateful for these posts that share what you saw!
Wondrous beauty
and awe, I cannot deny.
But what if just a few hours
instead of spent toilsomely tickling the eye
were poured, like liquid grace, upon fellow man?
Wouldn't He rejoice at all the more saints meeting Him in the sky?
'Gasping awe'... Sentiment exquisitely encapsulated.
And Simple Country Girl's poem... my.
Thank you, all, my thanks...
All's grace...
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