It's Still Life

The Imprint of Northleach Church

It seems to me
the weight of years,
your deeds
your tears are
pressed against your back.

Do they still
press?
Do you still
bend to the will of worms?

By day, your shadow is your
cover, and by night
lights are lit, and
your shadow hovers.

Do you hear our
laughter,
footsteps,
lover’s whispers
as you wait for God’s return,

that promise of
a second coming.
It was a promise from
a pulpit stern, imprinted
on you from birth.

The photo is of Northleach Church in the Cotswolds ©Misky 2021 . Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter