Conversation by the lych gate

Peter touches on the spirit of the place
the light the space …………………….the cube of air held
in these pale stones …………………..grey and lavender

it’s good here ……………………………I’ve lived in places that looked fine
but felt nasty ……………………………one place in particular
my wife ……………………………………she used to see things

I never did ……………………………….she used to see things
not everywhere breathes welcome
but here………………………………….. it’s all right here

the sound of cattle ……………………threading through the liturgy
becomes a eucharist of milk
the real presence moving in April sunlight

Jan Dean

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