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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
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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
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
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