In A Country Church
Here in this little country church
Where peace has found a home
I am the only person here
Though quite happy on my own.
I am not a man to pray
Not of the religious kind
But something I have seen today
Will long live in my mind.
Rows of timber seats spotless clean
An altar gleaming white
And window glass stained blue and green
Take glare out of sunlight.
Somewhere in this World today
A new born baby cries
And somewhere in a battlefield far, far away
A wounded soldier dies.
How come we the human breed
Cannot live in peace together
Is it jealousy or greed
That makes us fight each other?
Even the longest life is brief
Short will be our stay
And death will come just like a thief
And from us take life away.
Silence and peace ‘twould seem to me
Has found a place to hide
In little church by wooded hill
In peaceful countryside.
I have found something in here
I’ve never had before
Something that may disappear
When I walk out the door.
I so love Francis Duggan and your photography-
Thank you for sharing, Dor
Sending warmth your way-
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Beautiful! Thanks for sharing, Dor!
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What a beautiful poem :). Thanks for sharing it with us.
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then don’t walk out the door Francis!
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So beautiful! I do love a little country church; used to go to one, and then in recent years, it has become…. a “compound”. The beautiful little sanctuary is no longer used, but the worship service is now held in a room that reminds me of a warehouse.
(Sniff.)
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So lovely & true!
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So sad about your own little country church. I do love to see them dotting our countryside. Our closest one is losing membership to the bigger city versions too.
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Lovely, truly lovely. Country churches are so endearing I think. And I just so happen to belong to one. 🙂
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Love the photo and the poem, Dor.
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Lucky you Cindy! 🙂
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