A visit to an old church in Ireland

Written by: Jennifer Cahill

A visit to an old church in Ireland

Stone upon stone
I see fields of green 
Swaying to the east
Where the sun will greet
Those who visit
Early in the morning


Stone upon stone
I see statues of ancient glories
Incense and ornaments
Gold trimmed vessels
Cloaks of colors that tell
The Story, the meaning of Him

Bring prayer back to nature
And what is natural of prayer

Stone upon stone
A trace of abandoned hope
I kneel
Pew aligned with pew, wooden
 And resistant
To my wish to know Him

Stone upon stone
I see fields of green
Now swaying to the west
Sun slanted to catch
The last shadows
Of seekers of inspiration