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On that day that was neither hot nor cold, in the bluster of the late summer time, the church spire brought our eyes heavenward. It was an art that stayed in every season, yet in the bright sunshine of the day the stones were every hue from dark gold to desert dunes.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 1, 2019.
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The church spire was a complement to the tree tops. As they moved in every breeze it was their stalwart companion, the strong silence of the aged rock that built it. In a way it was a symbol of love, that the truth of love stays so true and still so that all else is free to dance as it will.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 1, 2019.
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In sun and rain the church spire reached into that every stretching blue. It was as if it spoke of the love in our community, that it too lasted in any weather and called on us all to stand tall every day. If church isn't love, what ever could it be? Love so solid it becomes a rock and makes us all defenders of the weak every week and day.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 1, 2019.
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The church spire would not blush from insult not grow taller from flattery, yet call us to love in full measure in earnest stoicism. It is inspiration to be resolute when the liars of silver tongue commit cruelty and call it defence or justice. It is there to remind us of a man who showed that love calls us to sacrifice for the most vulnerable and despised rather than seek the vain-glory of power and status.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 1, 2019.
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It was a great irony that the mighty churches were built from the cruel labours of the poor and gloried the costumed men who knew nothing of what love really calls us to do - to really protect and serve with love, with empathy, with a will to see others as they are. The obsession that man must work for the meanest survival levels ,rather than being elevated into a position where they can work for love with solid mental health, is the death of us all. And should we learn that and honour the real human hardships that built the church instead of the egos and greed that cloaked themselves in holy words, maybe the spires would become more pure, radiate a more egalitarian ambiance.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 1, 2019.