Ruins of a Church

Our landscape is littered with ruins telling us stories of other times. They are like old photos found deep in the heart of some forgotten album. Who doesn’t like to stay a while at such places and imagine what it would have been like to live when such places were full of life and living. The church was once at the epicentre of life for many people. It gave them hope. We cannot imagine the poverty many of these people endured. They needed the church and all that the church represented. Nowadays, it’s not our faith that is gone. It’s our need for faith that has withdrawn. Most people no longer see a need to believe. Maybe our poverty has just shifted position, and remains elsewhere?

Ruins of a Church

This stone-bone wreck
is a ship sinking-slow into a sea
it once sailed upon to save
the drowning and gather those 
who longed to cross
with sails filled-full of hope.

This stone-bone wreck
sinks now because its flesh 
has long-since
gone ashore 
to find a better day and a plot 
to build a life upon. 

Jesus died
risen or not
we need to get over that, we need
to grow wise – 

is empty, everything 
is full of meaning, 

the ship was never the point, nor
the written but the spoken
as it fills the place 
made for it.

As always
dust becomes 
the measure of time.

This stone-bone wreck 
of a church
has given-up, its spirit held too long
by those 
who fear the sinking-slow
and the life ahead.

About Stephen

Stphen R K Fender

I enjoy experimental writing. I do not see myself ever fitting in with, and following, the standard literary route. I am a creative writer which means I like to experiment with words, styles and platforms.

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