In cloistered calm when bells rang clear
And shuffling footfalls were once here
Now weed and grass now fill the aisle
Of this one proud and stately pile.
The roof has gone, now bright blue sky
Looks down where anguished faces cried.
And priests in snow-white flowing smocks
Gave solace to their loyal flock.
It stood through reigns of kings and queens
`twas apathy that now it seems
Made this house of God superfluous
Where everything now turns to dust.
This century has no time for prayer
Rushing hither, rushing there.
No time to sit and contemplate
This abbey crumbles to its fate.
Where once the harvest hymns rang out
And organ mice ran all about
Now blackbirds, red-breast robins, thrushes
Make nests in the encoaching rushes.
No faithfull congregation fills the pews
Communities are now old news
People hurry, hasten, fly
No time for neighbours living by.
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A contest entry
- BEYOND THE PHOTO: PICTURE INSPIRATION by Everwind Rising.
600 points, ended August 17, 2007, 8 entries
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this is a fine piece of poetry with imagery that inspires the reader! you can be very proud of this piece.
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Wonderfully written, fine Poet Sir. I am taking this poem to Poetry Planet where it will be admired by so many appreciative readers. Thank you for sharing your talent.
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Great Work, Poet!!
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Exquisitely poignant and is a truthful observation of the current living society. More has been lost to humanity in things that really matter than can it be said was gained. At least, we are alert enough to take note of this. Much is the pity,there are those who will never know what in fact is lacking. Just a feeling of a void. And it's filled with needless speed running from that void I think.
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Quite nice, but not one of your best ones!
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I too find it sad that many churches have been left to ruin and are maintained as a museum or tourist site instead of a living active church.
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This is a thoughtful write. It's a sad commentary on the current state of spiritual deadness found in such abundance. Reading this puts me in a reflective mood.
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