THE CHAPEL
A box obscured by boundary wall,
no ancient skills adorn its frame
no cunning artifice deceives
the wandering eye, the probing mind.
And here it sits in this lone spot,
where open swathes of quaking grass
pay homage to the morning breeze
and dense partition separates
the valley of the heath and furze
from sleeping sedge and bowing rush.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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a place of worship does not need to be elegant, it needs to be prayerful. Good write.
A fine write and pic. I came across a disused chapel. It looked a bit creepy, then I found out it used to be a mortuary! Eek!
Thanks MICHAEL ! "God does not dwell in Buildings forged by Man's labour" ~ BUT ~ when the Believers enter the Chapel ~ Then it becomes the House of God. In St Petersburg (Russia) Churches ~ once used to store vegetables ~ now resound to the Glory of God ~ AMEN Your poem opened a theological box ! Please check my poem and choose a number 1 to 10 ~ BRIAN
The words describe hidden sacred places so well Michael and the drawing sets off the verse. Great read.
Thanks all - actually the sketch was done in Latvia but I guess it could be anywhere.
Great homage to the Chapel Michael.
My understanding of how villages got built, was that the church was the first to be built (or was it the Pub? - one of those two) then the homes and school or factory. It seems the churches outlasted all of the others in most cases. Were they better-built or less used? A beautiful picture of a lonely church in the countryside. Liked this one. - Phil A.
Probably better built Phil - the one in my village is 12th century and still in regular use today but costs a fortune in heating.
Amazing poem
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