The church in winter is sanctuary
For those who are often bereft of hope.
It lies behind gnarled, black, skeletal trees
And snow-laden ground. At the very close
Of day, its soft lights gently glow. It seems,
Although we suffer daily, we can be
Redeemed. It's not merely the stuff of dreams.
Prayers can work wonders. Indeed, it feels
Good to know that when winter hits us hard,
There are such places of warmth and love,
That hold us flawed beings in deep regard.
O We know true blessings come from above!
And like seeds, under snow, slowly stirring,
Our hearts and minds will always dream of spring.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
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A fine write D. I got to a church. It said 'All Welcome' but it was shut! lol. Well, it wasn't Sunday and they weren't doing anything that midweek day.
Very nicely written with intriguing sporadic rhyme it sends its message well. Nicely done
Thank you both for your kind and perceptive comments...much appreciated!
You are most welcome Dominic
Nicely written, your poem presents a winter scene, focusing on a church as a place of refuge for those experiencing despair. It explores themes of spirituality, the human condition, and the promise of renewal, symbolized by the eventual arrival of spring.
Thanks for that. I think you've summed it up perfectly.
You're so welcome
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