Time Chapel Poems

Third Row, Second Seat

The empty chair at church has a name. 
It changes from time to time, 
but remains somewhat if not always, 
the same....

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The Sitter

They rushed me in. 
I had no time to prepare. 
Talk they said. 
Entertain. 
We will not be... long, 
it was a song.

Fear.
My first...

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Blip

This is a short poem. 
Not a long one like the rest. 
(not haiku)
This is about time, 
and saying a lot in a small space.
Updates...

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Wormwood

There is a place, 
in the middle of nowhere... now. (hushed whisper) 
It is hot and cooking,
and yet...things are green. 
Nature has taken back, 
what...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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The arch and the gate at the church late on.
At dusk. The path. The birds.
The chiselled lines that tell of lives long gone
And the moss...

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Saint Govan’s Chapel

They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff

Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and...

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centennial
wooden chapel
summer hours



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on September 14, 2018...

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Lifted into the eternal,
Peter walked through Heaven's pearly gates...
Greeted by his name's sake.
Ushered into the city of golden streets,
Meeting up with Jesus Whom escorts him...

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Beside the old chapel of Berhampur
A shadow of man 
Residual on the lonely roads,
Always walked in circles
After 3’o clock at night.
One crossing to another,
He moved...

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I have said a thousand prayers,
In a thousand of his mansions,
On the hardest wooden benches,
Finding faith in minute rations...
That every time I closed my eyes,
I...

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"The music in my heart is from the tolling of the bell"



I drove in silence, watching the road closely as it coiled along the rocky...

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