Wednesday, March 26, 2014

La Sagrada Familia


Write a scene using the words pint, bristle, and Jehovah.





Light streamed in through the stained glass windows, highlighting the walls and the columns in bright radiant colors. The light filled the cathedral with a sense of Jehovah God’s presence; or so it seemed to Rebekkah, despite the crowd of tourists who gawked and stared and snapped pictures with their expensive cameras. Rebekkah couldn’t blame them, the Sagrada Familia really was incredible, inspiring a hushed reverence even to the most ardent atheist, who came to worship the architecture if not the God it was built for.

Rebekkah tried to make herself invisible as she cleaned up a mess a small child had made at the back of the Apse, quickly and efficiently sweeping up the crumbs and trying not to bristle at the people streaming by, oblivious to her pint sized body. It only took her a moment to complete her task and disappear into the hidden passage that went down into the workers quarters, which most people didn’t even know existed. It seemed there were just as many people down here as there were upstairs, only these were not tourists but staff workers and laymen that kept the place running.

Rebekkah was still amazed at how many people were employed here, from the architects to the sculptors, carpenters, stonemasons and bricklayers, electricians and metal workers, crane operators and scaffolding assemblers, not to mention the cleaning staff and the gardeners, the visitor guides and security. It was an exciting place to work, and she loved the high energy of the workers and the tourists alike.