the winter sun glows kindly
through coloured windows soft
panes testify to ages past
130 winter suns come and gone
the dust shivers on sturdy beams
as the organ plays one last song
temporary braces still standing strong
as voices pass into memories
who will remember the passion
pews retired to halls and gardens
partitioned rooms where choirs sang
altars whisper of vows forgotten
the eve of the end casts shadows
can an empty space hold pain
once full of hope and life
now reduced to begging favours
the door shuts slowly firmly
what fills one and not another
keep the lamp stand in the midst
bring your first love home
