This Forgotten Chapel
THIS FORGOTTEN CHAPEL
The walls ornate brass findings are long gone, and are no more
Years of dust and debris lie upon the now, no longer used pews
Pieces of broken stained glass from the windows lie on the floor
In this small chapel, God is no longer the wanted religious news
Years of dust and debris lie upon the now, no longer used pews
Old leather bound bibles, lie sprawled across the floor in misuse
In this small chapel, God is no longer the wanted religious news
Cited local lack of interest as in order to claim their poor excuse
Old leather bound bibles, lie sprawled across the floor in misuse
Their lightweight Scritta pages, waver from the windows breeze
Cited local lack of interest as in order to claim their poor excuse
A religion to whom these folk laboured in, as some dirty disease
Their lightweight Scritta pages, waver from the windows breeze
As relate a long forgotten message wrote within its open pages
A religion to whom these folk laboured in as some dirty disease
This small abandoned chapel who's lack of trust in God enrages
As relate a long forgotten message wrote within its open pages
Relictus, where the Lord’s words lie within here, as all forgotten
This small abandoned chapel who's lack of trust in God enrages
No shoes to clink the chapel tiles as no more the aisles trodden
Relictus, where the Lord’s words lie within here, as all forgotten
Pieces of broken stained glass from the windows lie on the floor
No shoes to clink the chapel tiles as no more the aisles trodden
The walls ornate brass findings are long gone, and are no more
Indiana Shaw . . . : (
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2021
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