Angels on high

Angels on high

History hidden within its walls
Faded leather kneelers
A rosary beads, missal
Signs of prayer.

Framed stained glass windows
Rays of hope in morning’s light
Angels on high, special
to those who worshipped there.

In the gallery an organ now silent
The wedding march as grooms fidgeted
Nervously awaiting their bride
Memories of a festive past.

Sign of the cross, bowed foreheads Incense lingering in the air
Coffin ornate golden handles
History etched in a church graveyard.

The alter rails where we as children
Knelt nervously at our first communion.
“Father forgive me for I have sinned”
The confessional, fear the fires of hell.

An angelus bell rings forlorn
A priest on an alter high
Awaits a congregation
That passes by.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )

Loughglynn Parish Church

My heart skips a beat

As I upon your image trace
Appears a void
within that space
A scent that I remember well
Oh what tales to tell.
That smile.
My heart skips a beat.
As we held hands.
In our bare feet
We skipped along the water’s edge
Footprints in the sand.
Like when in Babylon
Walls came tumbling down
Memories come racing back
Now you in silence sound.
As I upon your image trace
Those eyes still sparkling bright
My fingers tremble as I touch
Your soft sweet scent. caress.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )

Etty and Moreno

Etty and Moreno

I met a couple years ago
Etty and Moreno
They bore a stamp upon their arm
Placed there by the Gestapo.

Their kindness to me at that time
Generosity and smiles
No signs of animosities
But a sadness in their eyes.

They lived through war’s barbarity
Caged in barbed wire prisons
Deprived of all their dignity
Starved of life’s provisions.

It seems to me to some degree
We’ve lost that memory scar
Time to spread a little love
And remember who we are.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )