Hill-Church Poem by james watkin

Hill-Church



Paster retreats, sunday stays put
In rigorous sandstone.
Still warm, what's securely felt there
In dusk's bottomless zone.


Castlemaine

Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: security
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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