Final Act (poem) by Annabel Sheila on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Reviewed on April 5, 2012

It is as though you have your cheek on the forehead of life, Annabel. A mother who feels for the fever and FEELS the fever. I see your writing as Rx for the world. Thank you :) ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on January 20, 2012

Even at this wee church I was hit, I get zapped every time!

Great poem describing such an event. I guess it can't have been a Catholic church, but one of the fragmented churches. :)

I love these kind of writes as it gives insight to another part of the world with such powerful inspiration and imagery.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on January 18, 2012

Very sad, perhaps its a challenge to the community. Masterful description. Patrick

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on January 18, 2012

Oh my how sad and amazingly written indeed laura

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

....truly fantastic poetry..I felt the pain of that little church..oh. but what a life it shed on so many that will live on forever~

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

I have a vision of townspeople in a long bucket brigade to the sea (I've seen too many movies). But in reality, in a winter storm, I doubt if anyone could do anything about the tragedy of the fire in those winds.

My heart goes out to your community for their loss.

Ron

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

powerfully descriptive and masterfully crafted ...

is that a halo over your head? ;)

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

We receive the gift of this masterful poem only as the result of Mother Nature's massive destructive powers� probably not a fair trade, but admirable compensation none-the-less.

Thanks Anna. Dick

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

This is phenomenal expressive writing, Anna, and you paint this like a living canvas!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 17, 2012

So very sad, Annabel.

Reviewed by Joy Hale

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

As usual, I love this poem! There must have been a reason for the demise of this old church or perhaps Mother Nature acted out her anger with fireworks in the sky. Either way, your poem is just another example of your gift with words and emotions. Fantastic!

Joy L. Hale

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

A quaint little church that worshipers revered
for blessings of the Lord. Wonderfully visual
in it's sad loss you have told it's story so grand.
Blessings ~ Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

THIS is wonderful poetry, Anna, it is too bad the tragedy inspired it.

Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

This is tremendous writing. Awesome. The church comes alive, like a person in this tale. Annabel, one of your best. Memorable writing.

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

Wow! You have painted a vivid picture of the destruction that one bolt of lightning can bring.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

THE IMAGERY IN THIS OFFERING IS EXCELLENT! WE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND SOME THINGS THAT GOD ALLOWS. WE CAN ONLY KEEP AND APPRECIATE THE THINGS THAT HE HAS GIVEN US WHILE THEY LAST...THUS, FOR 'ALL' THINGS, THERE IS A...FINAL ACT. THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR ARTISTRY...THOUGH DESCRIBING SOMETHING SAD...YOU'VE DONE IT SO BEAUTIFULLY. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Reviewed on January 16, 2012

What a weird circumstance. A church that had been standing for over one hundred years destroyed by one blot of lightening. Does cause one (at least this one) to wonder of the reasoning or even existence of God.
Very good though wondrous poem, my far northern and probably becoming cold friend.
Your southern, 65 degree day, friend
Mark