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In St Clements Church I sit

In St Clements Church I sit

In St Clements Church

I sit and stare

sunlight through painted windows

drops blobs of colour here and there

the creaks and groans of pipes and wood

are not my creaking bones

but remind me of the people who have been here,

left their mark,and gone.

 

And I feel comforted.

 

The stories of the past

told in light through the windows

remind me of the goodness

of God and the best of humanity.

 

The Good Samaritan

The Good Shepherd

and Jesus himself

eating, drinking, chatting

with his friends.

 

I light a candle

and feel that I’m in conversation

with him.

Then Beryl makes me a cup of coffee

and I know that whoever walks through

this door

Is amongst friends.

Author: Karen Marshall

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