Ness Point

This shallow foreland once populated
by Lowestoft people till in 'fifty three
a storm surging high tide inundated
dwellings lamentably lost to the sea.
Former homes replaced by concrete commerce
were sheltered behind a defiant wall,
where years later gathered Christians diverse
to greet the Easter sunrise; after all
only to be met with grey skies and snow
that covered the Salvation Army band.
No sign of the sun, we sang with gusto
to warm ourselves in this bitter wasteland. 
No cliffs here to defy a raging sea,
just faith shared clasping a mug of tea.

christianeasterreligiousseasnowsonnet

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