Evensong on the radio

     
      
Anthem and chant across a Chinese rug      
sleeping dog and sunshine at the window.      
Gothic arches in the church,casting shadows in the room      
curtains not yet drawn as chord and cadence mingle      
pleading the Lord for peace according to His word,      
that they may depart,their eyes having seen the glory.      
Souls magnify the Lord as organ and surplice      
combine a scene,drawn a thousand years or more      
fading echoes from the past, understood by faith.      
Each day and yet again revitalised in chant and song      
beneath gothic arches, organ tones and childrens' voices      
before the rerodos its painted history and heavy gilt.      
Untarnished gold, eternal metal, hides a limewood saint      
and abeyant angels and archangels: Lucifer not invited      
standing,cold outside the oak and studded door    
tempting comfort to all who'll listen.