The Village Church

I see so much
I offer them space
as I simply stand
solid and grand

Inside they come
to worship their God,
welcome, make vows,
and say goodbye

Outside birds rest on my spire
then off they fly
whilst I simply stand
solid and grand

In my garden graves are dug
tears are wept
flowers left
memories kept
whilst I still stand
solid and grand

Through my door the stranger comes
admires my beauty
created by craftsmen
of bygone days
I see him pause
I hold his need
for quiet and peace
as he kneels and prays

Outside I hear
the children’s delight
as they glide on roller-skates
down my path
holding hands,
falling over,
then up they stand
not seeing me
so solid and grand

My bells are ringing chimes of joy
welcoming all to my Sacred Space
as I simply stand
solid and grand

[c] Estelle Earnshaw

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