Little Old Church

WriteBeLight

 

Driving today,

On my way to work.

I noticed a path,

To a little Church.

 

Small and old,

Peeling paint.

Still a place,

For devoted faith.

 

I imagined this Easter,

Fills up with people.

All gathered within,

This structure with steeple.

 

Though not polished,

Or huge and grand.

It suits the needs,

The neighborhood demands.

 

Whether the Holy Days,

Or, Sunday best,

Or, a funeral mass,

Before one’s eternal rest.

 

Or, a marriage between,

Two in such love,

A ceremony with,

The release of doves.

 

Look past the appearance,

Of the walls outside.

For what’s happening within,

Feeds religious pride.

 

That all should gather,

For the Easter feast.

Stand in the church doorway,

Each other warmly greet.

  • Author: WriteBeLight (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2017 06:12
  • Category: Special occasion
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Comments6

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed. Sounds like the church I go to

  • Michael Edwards

    They say don't judge a book by its cover and this goes to buildings as well - and you do put it so well.

    • WriteBeLight

      Thanks Michael. The little church I passed was very sweet and still appears quite active.

    • Goldfinch60

      You cannot "feel" a Church from outside, you need to go in to feel each Church's prayerfulness.
      Goo write WBL.

      • WriteBeLight

        Thanks Goldfinch! I agree.

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks HONEY for a lovely poem (as usual !) in both structure and suject. When we come across one (when we are travelling in the States) we (4) always go in and stand at the front and sing (4 part harmony) this song and even carry on if people come in ~ Americans are very gracious to Brits on holiday !
        There's a Church in the Valley by the wildwood # no lovlier spot in the State # No place is so dear to my childhood # As the little brown Church in the vale ! # Oh come come come come # Come to the Church by the wildwood # Oh come to the Church in the vale # No spot is so dear to my childhood # As the little brown Church in the vale. We don't do that in English Village Churches they are much too pompous and ceremonial ! Chapel Hugs ~ BRIAN

        • WriteBeLight

          How sweet Dear Brian. Love your poetry, prayers and hugs!

        • orchidee

          A fine write. Oohh but don't you dare sit in MY pew, is so in some places! doh!

          • WriteBeLight

            I will watch out for that orchidee 🙂 Thanks!

          • P.H.Rose

            I'm afraid I'm not very
            Religious WBL, but I
            Do like this poem..

            • WriteBeLight

              Thanks P.H. I thought the Church must have had a great history, as it is still standing, and not turned into apartments 🙂 Thanks again!



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