Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Past spectres guiding present life –
Perfect dreams too often dreamt.
So, time passes. Rooted, alone
This place is all I want or wish to know
And only where I wish to stay –
To tend, to minister, and bestow.
Where else would my heart worship?
The land, my chancel; the air my steeple cross
I am the warden, priest and choir
Cloistered with my earthly loss.