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