The heavy church door clunks as I slowly heave aside
To a cool, vast space, stone arches reaching high
My eyes fill with wonder at the artistic rich display
Contrasting light and shadow, shafts of sunlight rays
And then I look above me, dwarfed by window grand
Kaleidoscopic colours in vivid symmetry stand
Prophets and disciples depicted while angels fly
Beneath the one Almighty with reverence in their eyes
Mesmerised by beauty from the craftsmen’s hands of old
Who gave their lives in service to a story to be told
They strove for paths of light, and a just morality
Their simple love and friendship in a close community
The door clunks behind me and I walk past towering yew
Reflecting on their lives and the wisdom that they knew
Staggered by the effort, their devotion tucked away
Down a country lane where the blackbirds sing all day