Beyond The Church

Autumn at its Best

 

 

As i walked past the Church of Shadows,

That shade was from the Sun,

Where granite steps took pilgrims feet,

All Saints,All Sinners Sons,

 

Stone lined the Lichen covered wall,

As Spiders fled to hide in darkened holes,

Dandelions took their faces to the light,

Flies were victims of the Webb,

 

My shoes past homes of holy men,

Their shrouds of white and gold betrayed their vows of poverty,

They waved from behind windows that said,

These curtains should not covert thee,

 

The Millrace on my left did smile,

Its waters washed away my thoughts a while,

As my feet jumped from stone to stone ,

Minnows dart for cover,

 

All along the banks i heard,

The waters rush along they said,

Beyond the Trees there is a Field ,

Where i can claim the meadows,

 

Moss and heather will be my bed,

I will lay with root of tree to stay my head,

My Eyes will close and i will drift,

On my Sea of green,green,velvet,

 

I hear the Bee, I hear the Bird, I hear the tree,

Its hair is stirred,

The wind has whispered all its words,

Of this i make my story,

 

Wild Rabbits play they bounce around,

No fear of me i make no sound,

As i lay here i am as one,

We are all bound together,