This time, eight years ago, I was privileged to live for a while in the lovely village of Glentham. I've mentioned this before so, for those who already know this, my apologies...
The village is tiny (about 250 people) and St Peter's Church was a short walk away from where I lived. There were many days when I slowly walked past the church, drinking in its history. The picture is linked to a history of Glentham which I hope you will find as interesting as I do.
As I stood in the Churchyard
Silence
Haunted
The echoes of
lives
Gone
Forever
Deeply moved by
the sadness
Of it all
I noticed
The trailing
vines of ivy
The sprays of crimson
roses
Adorning resting
places
Of loved ones
Lost
Some long ago
Yet others recently
I could not help
but be moved
By the natural
Integrity of this
Gracious country
society
As the evening sun
Broke through the
overcast sky
Streaming shafts
of pure light
Into another
Sunkissed
Day
Hiya, that's gorgeous....the earliest part of the church was built in the 10th C
ReplyDeleteCharm xxxx
Thanks, Sis
DeleteI love that church... :)
Lovely poem and picture. Nice to meet you at Alex's blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol
DeleteIt's lovely to meet you too. I'll be ordering your book through our local equivalent of Amazon if I can. Otherwise I'll use the UK one.
Very nice! Those old churches and graveyards have so much character.
ReplyDeleteThey do, don't they? I've walked around the section which was built in the 10th Century. The church door itself is more than 700 years old.
DeleteA town that small sounds so neat! And that church is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHonestly, John, that is so true. The village store is also the post office, the off licence and the local newsagent. It's a wonderful environment...
DeleteAnother time, another place...a perfect setting for a book, Fe. Your poem really captures the moment.
ReplyDelete:) Thank you so much, Sharon. You should see it. It's quite gorgeous...
DeleteFelicity, this is a lovely post thank you. Is the poem yours? I think it is - gracious and evocatively compelling. Where is Glentham? I think in the UK ...This tiny church reminds me of a small stone church in Plettenberg Bay..
ReplyDeleteHello, Susan
DeleteThank you so much - yes it is mine. Glentham is in Lincolnshire and is just a most delightful little village.
I'd love to see inside the stone church in Plettenberg Bay. I've driven past it, if it's the same one. :)
Such a beautiful poem! And that picture of the church is wonderful. It has a lovely solemness.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Cherie
DeleteIf I can, I'll find some pictures of the inside of the church. It is too gorgeous.
Hello again. I nominated you for the Sunshine Award over at my blog. Come take a look!
ReplyDeleteOh my Word, Sharon! What an honour. I'll be over 'tout de suite'.
DeleteThank you so much.
Hi, love your poem today. Congrats too. :) Very haunting yet beautiful. I love roses too. I needed a kiss of sunlight.
ReplyDeleteHello, Mary
DeleteThank you so much. I'm overwhelmed by receiving Sharon's nomination.
Roses remain one of the most beloved of all flowers.