The steeple stands so proud
The echoes are still there
When I listen very close
I hear singing in the choir
And preaching was a plenty
The Sabbath was its day
That old alter was the key
Most humbly they did pray
Those old weathered boards
Oh what stories to be told
The congregation was all there
And the bell chimes were gold
They came from far and near
Parked under trees with shade
In the dirt where they sat
Many wagon tracks were made
The mules were so content
As they grazed on green grass
Slightly peaking their ears
When a big Amen was passed
Plenty of shouting and rejoicing
Still hangs in every crack
No memories will ever be lost
Nor echoes will it lack
Such a big part of history
And a grand, old Godly place
It touched so many hearts
With beauty, dignity and grace
That old door is still open
Just like it was before
Calling, calling to someone
Come on in there's still more
Listen closely to each sermon
There's many left to hear
"Amazing Grace" still echoes
Through the wooded path so clear
Susie Swanson,2013
The picture above is an Abandoned Church in Lincoln County, Wisconsin. Built in 1907.
Beautiful Susie...Something so nice about quieter times and faith. Love the photo of the old church.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie. Oh yes it is and I love writing about it so much.
DeletePowerful imagery as always. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dean.
DeleteWonderful photo of the old church, and I loved your poem too, Susie. Kind of sad to see the old church empty and abandoned.
ReplyDeleteThank you Daisy. It sure is.
DeleteBeautiful poem Susie and I love the pic of the church.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth.
DeleteYou stir up precious memories, Susie. Lovely --
ReplyDeleteThank you Charlotte.
DeleteI just love the old churches, Susie. I used to go to a small little church when me and my husband were dating. The poem is lovely today and this picture is heartwarming.
ReplyDelete~Sheri at Red Rose Alley
Thank you Sheri.
DeleteThe church picture is a good one. I remember lots of churches from my childhood. We would visit our cousin's church or the new pastor's from next door. My favorite church is where I was baptised, in my hometown. xoxo,Susie
ReplyDeleteThanks Susie. I love old churches as well. My favorite is my old church where I went as a child also.
Deletepretty poem recalling memories...GOD<3U
ReplyDeleteThank you Adhi.
ReplyDeleteThis was wonderful, Susie...I could see it all in my mind so clearly. How I wish things were like that again....
ReplyDeleteThank you Paula.
ReplyDeleteCan I use this poem to analyze it for a poetry project in my English class? I promise not to take credit for the poem, to properly cite it and to make sure my analysis is not published anywhere. thanks!
ReplyDeleteYes you sure can and I would be honored.Thank you.
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