Church Crawlin’

A poem about my interest in visiting ancient churches

Church Crawlin’

Eroded walls with cracks and crumbling doors
Entice my eyes to feast on gems within.
Ten thousand feet have trod beneath this roof
To worship God, perhaps repent a sin.
The site of countless weddings, births and deaths,
The focus of its congregation’s dreams,
But now it rests, no longer needed much
And cobwebs crawl across its creaking beams.
Who broke the ancient statues, screens and cross?
Who stole the lead and let in all that rain?
The world has changed and left this place behind
Except for me … I come to rest my brain.
I love to spend my time in silent prayer
In places where there’s signs that people care.


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