The Steeple By Mai Murphy Venn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

It is like a beacon, guiding from miles around.
By Night, it gleams for those homeward bound.
By day, it resembles a pharos over the town.
The cross on the cap is like a sacred crown.
This sanctuary is for all who enter its doors.
Peace is all around, from wall to wall,
From the peak to the floors.
One moment there, in silent prayers.
Eliminates all worries and cares.
The weary traveller will find shelter, too,
Come on in, there is a welcome for you.
It is quiet and passive just to sit and stay.
Or kneel, reflect for a while, or just pray.