That old church🙏

That church and steeple stood  steadfast upon the earth

A beautiful building singing symphonies of stone

Built back in those bygone days by sheer man power’s backbone

When one chances inside the huge wooden arched door

One is immediately enthralled in cativated awe

Exquisitely adorned, with elegant pulchritudinous

Symmetrically statuesque
so magnificent and marvelous

Such a hallowed holyness has an unearthly subsistence

An eerie silenced, omnipresence

Perhaps it stems from it’s historic happenstance from oh so long ago

Or then again it could well be the sourrounding graveyard, that is sprinkled in scattered seasonal snow

Out in the sticks this uninhabited consecrated chapel is a solitary sight

One has witnessed ghostly apparitions in the stillness and the secrecy of that pale moonnight

One wonders back in ancient times

Betwixt that sound of the unbroken knell and chimes

But disregarded and derelict it stands today

Within such clandestine hauntings from it’s stark display

As I silently sit clandestinely on an old dusty pew

Staring at what once was the pulpit I can imagine the Reverend’s view

Pastoral preaching and prayers should echo from his loud reverberating voice

Worshippers amongst his congregation would join him in jubilant rejoice 

Hallelujah that harmonised choir would sing