My church.

My church.

A Poem by Keith.

In the church are whispers high, so sweet that they defy belief
They wave their branches to the sky, bared warnings to the Autumn thief
And down below in cloistered shade, the hymns of evening bare their souls
Regretfully the echoes fade, as down the aisles their darkness rolls,
And rainbow glass turned deepest grey, touches the heart of evensong
While twilight sacrifices day, two endings that just don’t belong,
Soft bird song peels away the eve, and every single painted call
So beautiful I cant believe the curtained silence slowly fall.


Through the windows heaven high, an emerald essence on the air
And though we were taught not to cry, soft silver teardrops everywhere
Sift metronome like to the ground, within their quiet tiptoed dance,
A peaceful time touched tick-tock sound, that gives so much a second chance,
While wandering in spectral shade, so many living pieces make
A jigsaw that will never fade, a segment of creation’s lake,
So many sighs of breathless green, and many more of perfect peace
The church is a forever scene, a form of heavenly release.


Around the church there are no walls, it’s organ is the stream’s sweet song
And birdsong echoes from it’s walls, angelic wings that still belong
To heaven in it’s many forms, for churches can take many shapes
Those havens from life’s many storms, those corners where the soul escapes
And where life’s poetry is composed, between the arbours of the dawn
So many Prayers  lay unexposed, as if they’re waiting to be born
Into the church that I attend, the one that lives inside of me
The church I always recommend, the one that I will always be…

© 2014 Keith.


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Added on June 25, 2014
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Keith.
Keith.

Ashington, Northumberland, United Kingdom



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A Poem by Keith.