A CHRISTIAN IN LONDON AND PARIS
CHRISTIAN IN LONDON AND PARIS is a tale of two cities I love. It is not a travel book but conveys something of the essence of these fascinating, historic cities.
The book has 48 longish poems – 24 about London and 24 about Paris. Each poem presents Christian belief, values or thought against a background of churches, art, museums, places, people, parks, shops, events, eating out – in fact everything one does on vacation! The poems have many Scriptural allusions and the book makes an unusual, interesting and challenging read.
As my stock is finished, A Christian in London and Paris is no longer available online. There is a free download below.
Copyright: Merle Lamprecht 2009. Scripture references: NIV, KJV, NKJV. Published by WinePress Publishing. ISBN-13:978-1-57921-939-0. ISBN- 10:1-57921-939-X.
Free download available here:
The book has 48 longish poems – 24 about London and 24 about Paris. Each poem presents Christian belief, values or thought against a background of churches, art, museums, places, people, parks, shops, events, eating out – in fact everything one does on vacation! The poems have many Scriptural allusions and the book makes an unusual, interesting and challenging read.
As my stock is finished, A Christian in London and Paris is no longer available online. There is a free download below.
Copyright: Merle Lamprecht 2009. Scripture references: NIV, KJV, NKJV. Published by WinePress Publishing. ISBN-13:978-1-57921-939-0. ISBN- 10:1-57921-939-X.
Free download available here:
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Two poems from A Christian in London and Paris: "A statue in Trafalgar Square" and "Place des Vosges"
A STATUE IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE
it's fitting
that London's
most meaningful
statue -
not mentioned
in tourist books-
should be there
in the heart
of the city
in Trafalgar Square
it's not Nelson
perched proud
on his column
or Charles the First
on his horse
or the tragic
new marble
symbol of courage
it's the
birth of a baby
in the porch
of a church
it's
Jesus the Christ
Son of God
Word and Lord
the concrete plinth
powerful
square
Scripture entwined
pictures that Word
emerging as flesh
from its
turbulent top-
the birth
of our Lord
who lived
with us here
who gave himself
for the crowds
swarming the square
I stood
for a moment
in wonder
there
that London's
most meaningful
statue -
not mentioned
in tourist books-
should be there
in the heart
of the city
in Trafalgar Square
it's not Nelson
perched proud
on his column
or Charles the First
on his horse
or the tragic
new marble
symbol of courage
it's the
birth of a baby
in the porch
of a church
it's
Jesus the Christ
Son of God
Word and Lord
the concrete plinth
powerful
square
Scripture entwined
pictures that Word
emerging as flesh
from its
turbulent top-
the birth
of our Lord
who lived
with us here
who gave himself
for the crowds
swarming the square
I stood
for a moment
in wonder
there
PLACE DES VOSGES
a shot from a helicopter
would be best
it’s impossible to get one
that does justice
to the vast place des Vosges
the foreground
is cluttered with cars
studios, shops
waiters in white aprons
picnickers in the park
children scrunching
on the gravel
people taking
a quick shortcut
while in the
ancient arcades
a soprano sings arias
a quartet plays Bach
so fitting for this
evocative
French, formal
aristocratic square
unlike most Paris squares
it is a square
nine pink brick mansions
define each side
their slate roofs
encircling it
like a silver coronet
the park outlined
by avenues of linden trees
trimmed as if
a giant hand
had sliced then smooth
and in the center
proud and high above
Louis X111 surveys the scene
and so
I never got a shot
but I shall always remember
that it reminded me
of mansions
of many mansions
of one with a
place prepared by you
in your mercy
Lord
for me
would be best
it’s impossible to get one
that does justice
to the vast place des Vosges
the foreground
is cluttered with cars
studios, shops
waiters in white aprons
picnickers in the park
children scrunching
on the gravel
people taking
a quick shortcut
while in the
ancient arcades
a soprano sings arias
a quartet plays Bach
so fitting for this
evocative
French, formal
aristocratic square
unlike most Paris squares
it is a square
nine pink brick mansions
define each side
their slate roofs
encircling it
like a silver coronet
the park outlined
by avenues of linden trees
trimmed as if
a giant hand
had sliced then smooth
and in the center
proud and high above
Louis X111 surveys the scene
and so
I never got a shot
but I shall always remember
that it reminded me
of mansions
of many mansions
of one with a
place prepared by you
in your mercy
Lord
for me