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Hope For Heaven

Rating: 4.5

Grey church sits lonely on the hill,
Awaiting its next Sunday thrill.
Voices rising up to the spire,
Kept in tune by the local choir.
Regulars that every week,
Enter the door the Lord to seek.

Its rural town’s a busy place,
Harbouring a mixed human race.
On the seventh day most sleep late,
Don’t venture through the old lychgate.
They think about the open shops
And whether lunch requires pork chops.

The bells ring out, the faithful meet,
For some it is their only treat.
They catch up on the parish news,
And who will this week, clean the pews.
Then wander home their minds refreshed,
By words spoken when they were blessed.

Grey church that stands through passing time,
Listening to its own clock chime.
Could tell a million happenings,
Of centuries of natterings.
All the souls who have passed away,
Laid to their rest, and there to stay.

Such peace surrounds this house of God,
So many feet this path have trod.
But it remains steadfast and true,
All the inclement weather through.
Solitude for the broken heart,
Hope for heaven when all depart.


© Ernestine Northover

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anas Affan 29 March 2016

thank you for wonderful rumination.........nice words.....anas

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Dr Antony Theodore 28 March 2016

Such peace surrounds this house of God, So many feet this path have trod. But it remains steadfast and true, All the inclement weather through. Hope for heaven when all depart. beautiful reflection on the peace that a church gives, its ceremonies, its liturgy, its choir, the building itself. and the village.... thank you for the beautiful reflections. tony

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Manonton Dalan 06 December 2015

what happened it change so quick not a chance to comment

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Grace Burke 21 June 2015

a beautiful poem well written

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Bernard Snyder 18 June 2015

Beautifully expressed poem Ernestine! Thank you for sharing!

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Louis Rams 23 December 2019

i had gone back to your page after quite a while to find this beautiful piece that warms the heart - thanks for sharing

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Tan Pratonix 16 November 2018

Conveys great mood and feeling. I feel sorry for these great village churches, once teeming with life. But sadly there’s no spiritual life in Britain today. I am a born again Christian. I know.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 29 August 2017

Such peace surrounds this house of God, So many feet this path have trod. But it remains steadfast and true, All the inclement weather through. Nice poem. Thanks poet.

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 09 February 2017

Nice one... good presentation, , ,10 not dreamy It was first step towards life’s journey That looked now real and not dreamy

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