Rough Draft

Ok, listed below is a rough draft which is my first skim of polishing. I'm blogging it to see what you think. If you want to comment please do, I would relish the feed back.

A Testament to Spatial Awareness

Above all it’s a journey,
Often made with strangers,
Through labyrinthine ways.
Always and in all ways,
A presence that you kept,
In parochial prayer and praise.

Spokes spinning up Frome road,
Schools, baptisms visits, services,
Evangelist blood red in your pace
Trinity fingers tracing out a cross,
Kingdom drawn in your hands,
Christ smiling through your face,

Firm Foundation and cornerstone,
Core, capstone and underpinning,
Concrete, cement and more.
Yet transient like a blown leaf,
Temporary as a wanderer’s footprint,
Placed on a sandy shore.

Bitter sweet the journey calls,
Both provoking and comforting,
Lurking hidden in the day.
Proximity itself becomes the key,
Shifting wards stuck in time,
As you unlock your way.

Drenched pew and stonework show,
Even stained into the glass,
It is still easily possible to find.
Fragrant scents of the spirit,
That cheerfully came with you
And you deliberately left behind.