Barry Middleton

Short Creek Baptist - Poem by Barry Middleton

I climbed all the way
to the iron bridge that day

and then up the old
gravel road

at the top of the hill
the chapel stood still

not a soul was in sight
but my own

burdened with sorrow
I carried my load

so I asked for the gods
to explain

there in the silence
I heard a reply

to all of my questions
and wondering why

they sent me a breeze
as I fell to my knees

that whispered
a lullaby

I felt the glimmer
of angels

they said I was safe
from the storm

just stay in the lee
of the chapel

forever protected
from harm

then a quiet voice
gave me the key

it said you are safe
with me

Topic(s) of this poem: memory, nature, spiritual

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016

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