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No. 8 of 30. A close up of my prayer plant for the Orange Flower April 2008, 30 Day Macro Challenge.
In the woods of Golden Gate Park, atop a tall hill is Prayer Book Cross. Written on the face of the cross:
Presented to Golden Gate Park at the opening of the Midwinter Fair, January 1, A.D. 1894 as a memorial of the service held on the shore of Drake's Bay about St. John Baptist's Day, June 24, Anno Domini 1579, by Francis Fletcher, Priest of the Church of England, Chaplain of Sir Francis Drake, Chronicler of the Service.
First Christian Service in the English tongue on our coast. First use of the Book of Common Prayer in our Country. One of the first recorded missionary prayers on our Continent.
I took this while traveling at the NM museum of art on vacation a couple years ago. Since it was part of a family holiday, I really didn't have the ability to manage my photo hours and this was taken at about mid-afternoon. Usually I don't like such strong lighting, but I think it works here to bring out the face and the contour of the arm.
The POV was partially creative and partially necessary; there are 2 air-conditioning compressors behind the statue.
I wish I was able to get more of the legs of the statue, but with the angle I had to shoot (I was laying flat on the ground) and the lens I was using, I wasn't able to get more of it. I still like this shot regardless.
Another prayer station. This one was simply a place to write your prayers on paper and hang them up.
Worship venue on HOPE at Open Space church, Tucson.
Text: Björn Bicker
Regie: Malte Jelden
Ausstattung: Nadia Fistarol
Musikalische Leitung: Alessandro Hug
Dramaturgie: Inga Schonlau
Produktionsleitung: Anja Mayer
Chor der gläubigen Bürger: Imed Ben Aleya, Sonja Caruso, Esther Goldberger, Mohammed Hakimi, Muhamed Hasicic, Tanea Kapor, Sandrine Loosli, Nikola Maksimovic, Hajer Mokdad, Janos Morvay, Piriyatharsiny Muraleeswaran, Sarah Oswald, Jasrina Ouchraa, Miriam Schmid, Valeria Sogne
Hagar Admoni-Schipper, Patrick Balaraj Yogarajan, Simon Brusis, Malika Khatir, Hanna Eichel
Text: Björn Bicker
Regie: Malte Jelden
Ausstattung: Nadia Fistarol
Musikalische Leitung: Alessandro Hug
Dramaturgie: Inga Schonlau
Produktionsleitung: Anja Mayer
Chor der gläubigen Bürger: Imed Ben Aleya, Sonja Caruso, Esther Goldberger, Mohammed Hakimi, Muhamed Hasicic, Tanea Kapor, Sandrine Loosli, Nikola Maksimovic, Hajer Mokdad, Janos Morvay, Piriyatharsiny Muraleeswaran, Sarah Oswald, Jasrina Ouchraa, Miriam Schmid, Valeria Sogne
Hagar Admoni-Schipper, Patrick Balaraj Yogarajan, Simon Brusis, Malika Khatir, Hanna Eichel
The city of Benares or Kashi is traditionally called Mahashamshana, ‘the great cremation ground’. Hindus believe that cremation at the holy city insures moksha, or final liberation of the soul from the endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.
Dying persons and dead bodies from far-off places are brought to Kashi for cremation in the wood burning flames of Manikarnika.
This station was fairly simple. Instead of just saying our prayers out loud, we had a chance to write them down on constructino paper and hang them up.
The apparatus is a large, wooden frame on wheels, about 6 feet by 7 feet that I had custom made. It holds the clothes line, as well as the white muslin in back. The image is a rear-projected video loop, showing various scenes. The concept is that our prayers come from our real world concerns and lives, as reflected in the scenes behind them.
No, it wasn't my sister, my father, my friend
it was a part of me that died.
I watched my city burn today,
watched it fight, fall. Watched it cry.
Watched in the safety of my home,
surrounded by family and friends,
while other lost theirs to this deadly theatrical act,
which seemed like it would never end
A few men, a few guns, their crazed ruthlessness,
calmly entering through the sea..
ending hundreds of lives, breaking thousands more.
making a billion more like me.
It seems surreal our very existence,
there's a void that can't be filled.
hollow and helpless, we wait, mute spectators
watching our people being killed
There have been heroes, who without a second thought,
for us laid down their lives.
In the futility of it all, their courage, their sacrifice,
inspires us in our strife.
Yet with every tragic unnecessary death,
I see the very value of life fall.
Who till an hour ago was somebody's husband,
is but another number to us all.
No, it wasn't my sister, my father, my friend.
it was for mankind that I cried.
For I watched humanity burn today.
Watched it fight, fall and die.
- Author unknown, but simply incredible.
Thanks to the thread www.paai.in/forum/viewtopic.php?t=6048, Satvir, who has put across this poem in his thread.
Disclaimer : If you happen to be the author of this poem, first - this is just so touching, second - please let me know I will be more than happy to give all the credits to you.
Hundreds gathered on March 7 at New Bridge Baptist Church to hear Dr. Donald Whitney and Dr. Gordon Fort as they spoke on the subject of prayer.
Photo Title: Prayer
Submitted by: eshagh aghaeimansourabad
Category: Professional
Country: Iran
Organisation: A New Vision
COVID-19 Photo: No
Photo Caption: An old and blind woman prays in her house
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Photo uploaded from the #HopeInSight Photo Competition on photocomp.iapb.org held for World Sight Day 2020.
Digital camera
At bit grainy as it was taken from a distance. This is the largest mosque in Delhi. The area photographed a small, intimate alcove.
This prayer was lead by a Puertorrican Female Sheikh, who is the spiritual leader of the Halveti Jerrahi Sufi Order of Mexico
This is one of the upper rooms in the original part of the Gurdwara. The two men in the foreground are reading prayers of thanks for the completion of the Gurdwara. The large posters on the way tell the history of Sikhism from the middle 1400s to the modern era.
The head monks of Cambodia's two Buddhist sects lead prayers at an event in the capital Phnom Penh, circa 2004
Giant prayer wheels in the Ghoom Monestary,Darjeling,India. By spinning the giat wheels (drums) the prayers are sent heavenwards. I believe they are spin continuously 24 hours a day every day of the year. They are bronze coated with gold leaf.
Each morning seminarians can take advantage of the opportunity for time in prayer before the Blessed Sacrament. This time of prayer is optional.