I step out

Into that mystic choir

That holds my heart

Where time, standing still,

Moves with the seasons

Quietly changing my world

With its elemental tune

While my song is barely heard:

A contrapuntal whisper

Struggling for harmony

 

For my land is my chancel

Hymns hum soft on its breezes

And prayer rises in its stillness

In this quiet place of remembrance

I hear her voice sing

As the buds burst into life;

When the year mellows

I know her quieter tones

 

Here, she seems eternal

And I am her coda

Playing endlessly

As faith fades