The empty pew ...

I stood a few moments before the empty pew - 

My dad had sat here, all those services over the years in the welcoming church - 

He'd listened to Canon Tom's swashbuckling sermons  

He'd laughed at the children squirting the curate with holy water -

He'd put on his Armistice suit and shaken hands - 

Now I listened to muffled bells - 

The two tall candles were already lit - 

I knew the final car was drawing near - 

I would carry silence only shoulders - 

I would listen to music from very far away - 

11.15

Monday 19 February 2018

St Faiths 

Havant