Second Rough

OK here later than expected is a second rough draft (click the title to see the first) hopefully more polished than the last. I am really undecided about my proposed sixth stanza so I have not yet added one. Please comment on this post if you have any ideas or thoughts - feedback is always good.

A Testament to Spatial Awareness.


Lord lead us not with synoptic gaze,
to look upon your myriad ways.


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

Spokes spinning up Frome road,
A cheery handshake and smile,
Treating the world to some grace.
Trinity fingers tracing out a cross,
Kingdom drawn out in your hands,
Christ smiling through your face.

Firm footing and foundation,
Cornerstone and underpinning,
Mortar, cement and more.
Yet transient like a blown leaf,
Temporary as a pilgrims tread,
Placed lightly on a sandy floor.

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

Drenched pew and stonework show,
Even stained within the glass,
Easily possible to find;
Fragrant scents of the spirit,
That cheerfully came with you
And you deliberately left behind.

Peace Dave