the church in town, near the camera shop, it always has its doors open so sometimes i go in there for a moment of peace, of prayer, of meditation. warren and i went there for midnight mass two years ago on christmas eve, then we walked home in the snow. it rings the bells at strange times of day, like 17.52
Swirlz
I think religion can be seen as fake, especially in the catholic church. I am a christian, and I’ve been a witness of hypocrecy. I’ve also been apart of hypocricy myself, and I regret it with all my heart.
Brytani Kingsley
A big church. Glass windows. Prayers. God. religion. faith. sanctuary. old. gothic. architecture. building. sculptures. jesus. crosses. bible. large. open.
Christina
Cathedral is a part of a Church. I am not a religious person, and this holds no value to me. However, the Church is a major part of many people’s lives, making them feel comfortable. It gives them a place to direct faith in what they believe in.
Holly
HOLY CHURCH, BRINGING MEMORIES A SOURCE OF COMFORT TO MANY PEACE RELAXION FAITH AND HOPE. REPRESENTATIVE FOR A MULTITUDE OF FAITH WHILST RESTORING CITIES CULTURES AND ARCHETECT ADMIRABLY
Holly
I watched the ceremony through the stained glass windows of the church. I watched as the woman walked down the aisle in her ivory wedding dress. I watched as the man of my dreams said his vows and became a husband. I was so tempted to run in and say, “I object,” but I only watched on with a faint smile as my dreams were ripped away from me.
The cathedral stood tall and proud on the end of the city block. But no one saw it. They all saw just an old, broken house that was covered in vines. And no one saw the beautiful boy that walked into it that cold December night in search of the beautiful girl that would never be his.
Walking towards the cathedral, I couldn’t help but feeling pious, religious and faithful. Something about religious sites just makes me feel as though I am closer to a higher being and that it is good of me to be visiting this place. Something about the fact that this place is specially there for people to come together and pray, worship, find peace and answers no matter what religion and that is all that really matters.
zainab
Many find peace in cathedrals. Some just come to relieve themselves of sin. However, mvery few people have the power to see the history in every corner, the face of every mourning face that has passed by. Only a handful of individuals can do this. I am one them.
McCall
I dont know what I want to be. Everyone is so pressuring, is that a word, pressuring? I know where I want to go, but how will I get there. Being young is the hard part, being an adult is an adventure. I don’t know who I will meet, but I want to meet someone new. What I want to be: alive. Where I want to go: everywhere. Who will I meet: myself if I am lucky enough.
Ireland O'Hare
The only way I was going in there was if someone dragged me.
The stone walls glared down at me, and I clutched my necklace to my chest as the sun set in the west. I opened my hand, and noticed that the pendant had left an impression on my skin. I sighed, knowing he was waiting. I knew I would regret it, but I slowly pulled open the doors and prepared for the worst.
i walk into a a huge cathedral located in the middle of manhattan. outside people are running trying to make it to work, drinking coffee, screaming on their phones. but inside. its quite. i don’t have a religion. i don’t believe in a god. but this place emits peacefulness and serenity.
these are silly buildings where silly people go to believe silly things. Does it have a spire or cross thing at the top? I can never remember… it was a topic in year 11. How silly, a whole exam on what church’s look like. When I look at this word, i just think of a middle aged woman called Cath. For some reason she drives a red car which is covered in those little stickers.
Chloe
big ugly building cold unfeeling european lockdown where you can’t feel hurt cry or cry out. no one listens because the bricks block your cries. big doors hold in true emotion and ushers pull you back from photographing and questioning hypocritical martyrs.
John
st. peters cathedral in some place. they’re normally huge churches. you can’t find any modern day cathedrals because the craft is dead. in order to find a mason as good as the ones in the medieval time period you’d have to hunt down an old skilled worker in europe. they normally have intricate wood workings and arches.
heather nicole
cathedral ceilings and church walls and ashram flooring that looks beyond
books on tape and purses of gold
lots to do and see, let’s go!
achiri
I was standing in the cathedral. Crying. Shaking. Wondering. He’s gone now, and I know he’s with God. But I still miss him so much. The tears just won’t stop coming… I love you.
churches make me feel peaceful and so close to him….like there’s nothing else left to be achieved…i feel contemt and beautiful….really great i feel….i loved him longer n truer than anything….
shreya
I think of the long nights pondering life and wondering why everything was happening the way it was. I was feeling a little lost unsure of which direction my life was meant to go.
Sora Tohru
it was cold, the seats were hard. the candles flickered in the breeze from the heavy door that wouldn’t close. The statue of the virgin peered down the rows of seats, eyes downcast but knowing.
Rachael
a place of worship. Almost like a church, except better. better in the fact that its grand, beautifully constructed full of flying buttresses and stained glass windows. just to be there one feels an almost spiritual and ethereal presence.
Matty
It stood marvelous yet ominous over there small city streets. They bustled with the fury of every day life and manifested the stress upon the people, boundless with their thoughts. One man with leathery hands silently fed the pigeons with his last crumbs of bread he begged from a man with a richly colored tie.
I once wanted to be in a place like this, thought it would be magical. But the realism that has come over me tells me of all the pain in these stones. I want to escape.
huge arching ceilings join together as the sound of doves and church choirs drift into the rafters. the dull roar or traffic outside and the the bustling city is hushed in the large echoing hallways and off of the marble tile floors and against the mahogany beams soaring above your head.
church,school, god, religion, wedding, pretty, old, catholic, windows, pope, bible, prayers, Cinderella, prince charming, romans, fairy tales,
the church in town, near the camera shop, it always has its doors open so sometimes i go in there for a moment of peace, of prayer, of meditation. warren and i went there for midnight mass two years ago on christmas eve, then we walked home in the snow. it rings the bells at strange times of day, like 17.52
I think religion can be seen as fake, especially in the catholic church. I am a christian, and I’ve been a witness of hypocrecy. I’ve also been apart of hypocricy myself, and I regret it with all my heart.
A big church. Glass windows. Prayers. God. religion. faith. sanctuary. old. gothic. architecture. building. sculptures. jesus. crosses. bible. large. open.
Cathedral is a part of a Church. I am not a religious person, and this holds no value to me. However, the Church is a major part of many people’s lives, making them feel comfortable. It gives them a place to direct faith in what they believe in.
HOLY CHURCH, BRINGING MEMORIES A SOURCE OF COMFORT TO MANY PEACE RELAXION FAITH AND HOPE. REPRESENTATIVE FOR A MULTITUDE OF FAITH WHILST RESTORING CITIES CULTURES AND ARCHETECT ADMIRABLY
I watched the ceremony through the stained glass windows of the church. I watched as the woman walked down the aisle in her ivory wedding dress. I watched as the man of my dreams said his vows and became a husband. I was so tempted to run in and say, “I object,” but I only watched on with a faint smile as my dreams were ripped away from me.
The cathedral stood tall and proud on the end of the city block. But no one saw it. They all saw just an old, broken house that was covered in vines. And no one saw the beautiful boy that walked into it that cold December night in search of the beautiful girl that would never be his.
Walking towards the cathedral, I couldn’t help but feeling pious, religious and faithful. Something about religious sites just makes me feel as though I am closer to a higher being and that it is good of me to be visiting this place. Something about the fact that this place is specially there for people to come together and pray, worship, find peace and answers no matter what religion and that is all that really matters.
Many find peace in cathedrals. Some just come to relieve themselves of sin. However, mvery few people have the power to see the history in every corner, the face of every mourning face that has passed by. Only a handful of individuals can do this. I am one them.
I dont know what I want to be. Everyone is so pressuring, is that a word, pressuring? I know where I want to go, but how will I get there. Being young is the hard part, being an adult is an adventure. I don’t know who I will meet, but I want to meet someone new. What I want to be: alive. Where I want to go: everywhere. Who will I meet: myself if I am lucky enough.
The only way I was going in there was if someone dragged me.
The stone walls glared down at me, and I clutched my necklace to my chest as the sun set in the west. I opened my hand, and noticed that the pendant had left an impression on my skin. I sighed, knowing he was waiting. I knew I would regret it, but I slowly pulled open the doors and prepared for the worst.
i walk into a a huge cathedral located in the middle of manhattan. outside people are running trying to make it to work, drinking coffee, screaming on their phones. but inside. its quite. i don’t have a religion. i don’t believe in a god. but this place emits peacefulness and serenity.
these are silly buildings where silly people go to believe silly things. Does it have a spire or cross thing at the top? I can never remember… it was a topic in year 11. How silly, a whole exam on what church’s look like. When I look at this word, i just think of a middle aged woman called Cath. For some reason she drives a red car which is covered in those little stickers.
big ugly building cold unfeeling european lockdown where you can’t feel hurt cry or cry out. no one listens because the bricks block your cries. big doors hold in true emotion and ushers pull you back from photographing and questioning hypocritical martyrs.
st. peters cathedral in some place. they’re normally huge churches. you can’t find any modern day cathedrals because the craft is dead. in order to find a mason as good as the ones in the medieval time period you’d have to hunt down an old skilled worker in europe. they normally have intricate wood workings and arches.
cathedral ceilings and church walls and ashram flooring that looks beyond
books on tape and purses of gold
lots to do and see, let’s go!
I was standing in the cathedral. Crying. Shaking. Wondering. He’s gone now, and I know he’s with God. But I still miss him so much. The tears just won’t stop coming… I love you.
churches make me feel peaceful and so close to him….like there’s nothing else left to be achieved…i feel contemt and beautiful….really great i feel….i loved him longer n truer than anything….
I think of the long nights pondering life and wondering why everything was happening the way it was. I was feeling a little lost unsure of which direction my life was meant to go.
it was cold, the seats were hard. the candles flickered in the breeze from the heavy door that wouldn’t close. The statue of the virgin peered down the rows of seats, eyes downcast but knowing.
a place of worship. Almost like a church, except better. better in the fact that its grand, beautifully constructed full of flying buttresses and stained glass windows. just to be there one feels an almost spiritual and ethereal presence.
It stood marvelous yet ominous over there small city streets. They bustled with the fury of every day life and manifested the stress upon the people, boundless with their thoughts. One man with leathery hands silently fed the pigeons with his last crumbs of bread he begged from a man with a richly colored tie.
Sleepy cathedral
mice! Wake up .
Give me a new word
I once wanted to be in a place like this, thought it would be magical. But the realism that has come over me tells me of all the pain in these stones. I want to escape.
Cathedral was yesterdays word… I want a new word.
Sleepy mice are in my computer.
huge arching ceilings join together as the sound of doves and church choirs drift into the rafters. the dull roar or traffic outside and the the bustling city is hushed in the large echoing hallways and off of the marble tile floors and against the mahogany beams soaring above your head.
The churches in Spain are gorgeous.