Gallery 6 supports the arts in Pilot Virginia and the New River Valley communities. Contact @ studioappal@gmail.com for more information. Produced by Studio Appalachia
Gallery 6 supports the arts in Pilot Virginia and the New River Valley communities. Contact @ studioappal@gmail.com for more information. Produced by Studio Appalachia
Out Of The Blue Studio Appalachia Artists 1991-2021 12/31/2021
https://studioappal.bandcamp.com/album/out-of-the-blue
Memory and Retrospect
"1-
Life's retrospect brings to one and all
A maze of joy and sorrow;
And things we count as joy today
Oft brings a sad tomorrow.
2-
Back thru the corridors of time
Along the way we came,
Fond memory points to scenes sublime
And scenes that bring us shame.
3-
Since only once we pass this way
Why spend our time lamenting.
For life, while in this house of clay
Means sinning and repenting.
4-
Alas for him who does not feel
Each day he needs a savior:
And daily pleads with Christ to heal
And pardon ill-behavior.
5-
The blood that reached and cleansed today
Has lost no power tomorrow:
That fount was opened wide for aye,
A balm for sin and sorrow."
*Pastor Walter C. Harris
Long Branch West Virginia
June 29, 1934
The white flag is a shawl,
fringed and torn
embroidered with blood-red poppies
and passion flowers
fluttering on the shoulders
of Ukrainian grandmothers,
whose silver-haired heads are
crowned with sorrow
as they remember wars past
and fear more war
tomorrow.
— Patricia Thrushart
Great Grandfather Reverend W.C. Harris Appalachian Poet & Preacher 1876-1936 Pax West Virginia Prestonsburg Kentucky https://sites.google.com/view/waltercharris/…… https://studioappalachia.com/wc-harris.html *photo 1919 Jonesville Virginia
Remembering Philip Church & Mattie Stepanek
Thank you Jeni Smith Stepanek for reposting this poem
ON HEARTSONGS
Dedicated to Poet Mattie J. T. Stepanek
PHILIP KENT CHURCH
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There’s a wondrous place, when seen in context,
Which exists and then passes, before the speaking of a word,
It lies just beyond what’s occurred, and what happens next,
And if one listens carefully – it’s where ‘heartsongs’ are heard.
The notions of past and future are merely what we insist,
Both the last moment and the next are beyond our affect,
The truth is, this moment is the only time we actually exist.
And only have the here and now where we can have effect.
Vain-glorious pursuits can become so self-defeating.
When a heart’s songs are recorded, be wise as sages,
Bearing in mind - both riches and fame are fleeting.
Heartsongs must be inscribed to stand the test of ages.
Be still and listen in your heart for the echo from above,
Listening close in a peaceful moment of no fear or panic,
You can hear the heartsongs - recognized for their love,
And join the ranks of ‘peace-makers’ –
Like MATTIE STEPANEK!