We'd been walking the ridgeway - now we were on our way back to Martinstown -
Winged gargoyles crouched at the top of the church tower - there was a lichened angel guarding the doorway - the Bible on the lectern was open at the book of Ezra - as always, I looked for strange names -
Phineas, Azariah, Eleazar, Abishua - these names could be the names of angels, glimpsed in a scrying glass -
Underfoot was smooth shining stone -
I read the words of William's memorial - he'd sung sturdy hymns in the gallery, in sunlight and by candlelight -
I looked at the framed pencil sketch depicting members of the church band -
An eddy of time, caught under the roof, still carried their brave music -
11.45
18 February 2015
St Mary's Church
Winterbourne Abbas
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