Sonnet

 

In a Country Church

 

These sombre pews, this cold damp smell of stone,

Set free my soul and fill my mind with awe

As lost in thought I tread the hollowed floor

Dim lit by windows jewel-rich in tone.

 

Impassive graven knights, their glory flown,

With pious folded hands and bearded jaw,

Beneath the graceful vaults that heavenward soar

Are steeped in silence as I brood alone.

 

And now I hear proud organ music swell,

Cascading chords that weave a magic spell

And soothe the senses, lest the mind rebel.

 

And now the plainchant rises, thin and clear,

And whispers slyly in my heathen ear:

‘Come open up your heart, for God is here.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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