The rooms would be empty ...

I read some verses from the Book of Daniel - 

The air I breathed was chilled by ancient memory - 

I gazed at the wall painting of the Saint, carrying the Christ Child - 

My namesake felt the weight of heaven - 

Outside the church, oak trees netted silence from the sky - 

A world I'd known since childhood was ending - 

The small house would be closed up - 

The rooms would be empty - 

14.00

Thursday 11 January 2018

Whitcombe

Dorset