A Visit To An Old Church In Ireland
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
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