(reflections on a local church)
A few seconds away from moonlight
in the dead of night
its floodlit splendour says something to me:
is it the constancy
of what it stands for, stood for?
The amazing dimensions
of chequered brickwork walls,
gable, arch and tower,
above the uncomfortably silent road,
apostolate? Or like some modern
priest in civvies, turned trendy,
the patent theology
talked down - perforce to stand and gloat?
As it does so at this hour...
and its eyes meet mine.