Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,284 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Church And Still Horizon - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Not every Sunday thundered storm and sin
A psalm could make the hardest pew seem soft
Peace like a golden dove flapped honeyed wings
A tawny angel dropped a shower of blessings
A psalm could make the hardest pew seem soft
Not every sermon walked on torn feet

A tawny angel dropped a shower of blessings
The Lord's face did not always wear a frown
Not every sermon walked on torn feet

The world upon its axle stopped and listened
The Lord's face did not always wear a frown
The preacher raised a black arm to the sky
The world upon its axle stopped and listened
Not every Sunday thundered storm and sin

The preacher raised a black arm to the sky
Peace like a golden dove flapped honeyed wings


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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