The Chapel

The Chapel

A Poem by RuthCalderMurphy

The Chapel


There’s a chapel across the meadow

- in a copse on the edge of the woods -

where the hymns are sung by blackbirds

and the pews are fallen logs.

The light is coloured by seasons

- Spring green to Autumn red -

the Winter makes marble statues

and berries are wine and bread.

The flight of the swan in the heavens,

the turning from day into night,

the lengthening of the shadows

and the joyful return of the light -

these, all, are Signs of the Sacred

and here, in this chapel, they’re found;

there’s a chapel across the meadow,

a coppice of Holy Ground.

© 2013 RuthCalderMurphy


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beautiful, really nice, great success of a poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Stunningly beautiful poem Ruth!
I adore the vivid imagery that allows me entrance to this Holy Ground in my mind. Technically, it is perfect but beyond that, it speaks to the soul.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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RuthCalderMurphy

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Precia!

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RuthCalderMurphy
RuthCalderMurphy

London, London, United Kingdom



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Hello! I'm a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. My life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. I'm the co-author of two published novels, "The S.. more..

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