Grey church sits lonely on the hill,
Awaiting its next Sunday thrill.
Voices rising up to the spire,
Kept in tune by the local choir.
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i had gone back to your page after quite a while to find this beautiful piece that warms the heart - thanks for sharing
Conveys great mood and feeling. I feel sorry for these great village churches, once teeming with life. But sadly there’s no spiritual life in Britain today. I am a born again Christian. I know.
Such peace surrounds this house of God, So many feet this path have trod. But it remains steadfast and true, All the inclement weather through. Nice poem. Thanks poet.
Nice one... good presentation, , ,10 not dreamy It was first step towards life’s journey That looked now real and not dreamy
Such peace surrounds this house of God, So many feet this path have trod. But it remains steadfast and true, All the inclement weather through. Hope for heaven when all depart. beautiful reflection on the peace that a church gives, its ceremonies, its liturgy, its choir, the building itself. and the village.... thank you for the beautiful reflections. tony
A lovely poem Ernestine as ever, a vivid picture of England. Very well written. Love Andrew x
I would like to see this church Ernestine, This is such a moving poem, Thankyou for sharing it Love duncan X
yo sup my guy, nice msg it was soo strong bro. but like, add more hip to it yk?