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simple furnishings

we languished  
underneath  
a tree  
talking of things
that couldn't be  
 
and then died singly  
in rooms  
with simple furnishings  
 
-  
 
I remember church:  
with deep carpets  
and white pulpits,  
flowers and coffee  
in the tiled lobby,  
colourful Bibles  
on shelves.

The generations tidied up  
and plastered stony walls,  
installed stoves,  
de-splintered pews,  
upholstered God  
from beard to robe,  
and scented Him  
with fresh lemons.
 
That's Anglican to me:  
barley water, cakes,  
and tea.

-  
 
and I am an Anglican ghost  
wandering the old churches  
where once we used to rove  
 
the unblemished Spirit  
and I
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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