An English Church

In an English church one

walks on the dead and

fears them not because

they are friends and neighbours,

oddly dressed but still welcome and

no doubt chatty with a glass

of something strong in

their gnarled hands,

work-worn, work-tired, glad of the

respite of the tomb but

open to the offer of

good company.

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  • Linda Munn  On April 4, 2011 at 2:59 am

    Nice. Reminded me to go visit my long gone relatives.

  • Leah  On April 5, 2011 at 9:37 am

    That even works while standing by a plaque in the crematorium gardens. We visited the in-laws on Mother’s Day, and had a one sided chat with them.

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