With wind soughing in the churchyard yews,
lichen marking the gravestones of labourer
and landowner, Saxon foundations,
mediaeval tower, sunlight fitful
through worthy Victorian stained glass,
a brass plaque for ‘those who gave their lives’,
the wheezy organ, the orotund Order
for the Burial of the Dead, ‘I am the
resurrection and the life…’ the vicar’s
gentle eulogy of the deceased,
one is almost tempted to wish God
were in his heaven where ‘we shall all
be changed…in the twinkling of an eye’
but common sense prevails.
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By David Selzer
