A Tapt To A Dance Poem by Gerard Taylor
A Tapt To A Dance
This beauty of stone
A place of worship
Of history and present
A man who hangs
Like in a tapt to a dance
Of victory
Never to be forgotten
These faces of the past
Forever in prayer
In this house built to last
So iconic when I look upon it
Angelic glass
A feel of love and peace
A work of art
Through blood and sweat
These eyes of mine
Will never forget
This beauty standing tall
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