The Face Of Christ Poem by Ernestine Northover
The Face Of Christ
It stood alone, this old Church of grey,
tombstones scattered around in disarray.
Naming Squires and skivvies who’d lived and died
in this Hamlet, and now lay side by side.
Within, sun shafts sneak between the pews,
onto needlepoint hassocks, sewn in blues.
And as my feet slowly creep down the aisle,
the fair face of Christ on me doth smile.
From a stained glass window, arms raised, to bless
those, who find their way to this address.
He’s in radiant garments of colours bright
looking new and fresh still, in the day’s sunlight.
I see fading flowers, vases all needing renewal,
a rickety boiler, but minus its fuel.
Worn Altar cloth, of once Royal hues,
and by the door the week’s Parish News.
Such silence, all is serene and calm.,
in this bleak place, and there’s a Psalm
Carved out in stone, and in a wall well set,
sung often here, accompanied by a soft motet.
A Yew tree’s branches hang over iron gates,
the roof shows old chipped and mellowed slates,
Such sad decay lies all around, and yet
the Church lives on through each new sunset.
Yes. I'm agnostic too but this is a brilliant, atmospheric, engaging portrayal. t x
Absolutely beautiful, Ernestine. It gave me goosebumps! Marilyn
This is great, Ernestine! Amazing imagery and a divine message. Beautifully done! !
Isn't it amazing what we can see without actually being there at the scene Skillfully written though with a tinge of sadness added Well done Love duncan X
You capture the light of the divine in this fine descriptive piece. Beautiful images of stained glass and silence of sunset and stone. An atmospheric and spiritual delight. love, Allie xxxx
Although I've never claimed to be a religious person...I still think that there is a special feeling that comes from being in a wonderful church, with sun streaming through stained glass. Somehow...it seems akin to nature...peaceful. Hugs, Dee
Ernestine this poem captures the multi-layered summoning of His love-fest! 'The Face of Christ' is truly a fine piece of writing. The depth the poem operates powerfully on so many levels; I especially enjoyed the way you skillfully weave His goodness with imagery. Blessings, Debora
Excellent Ernestine, felt I was there in that place, well worth a ten from me, love Lynda xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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I'm not really religious like that, I'm agnostic in fact, but you have some pretty imagery in this poem. I liked it.