Holy Trinity Church, Stourpaine.

The Church

I was baptised here.
Christening white, cable stitch.
Crackling silk. Eyes wide.
A memory of water and a sign on the brow.
Take it all in, standing here alone, a distant vow.

I was married here.
Wedding white, hand stitched.
Bridal train. Eyes wide.
A memory of flowers and the sign of a ring.
Take it all in, standing with another, choristers sing.

I was buried here.
Sober black, stiff upper lip.
Smooth silk. Eyes closed.
A memory of laughing and a sign of goodbye,
Take it all in, standing with friends, don’t cry.

This church is my home and oft refuge
It has been my sanctuary and haven.
It is where we have met and newly greeted the day
It is where we have said our goodbyes and come in to pray.
Here we have laughed and cried together.
We have lived and loved and shared altogether.
And as I take one last glimpse of the beautiful knave,
And make my farewells to familiar pews with a wave,
A memory of happiness and the sign of the cross
Take it all in, standing together, moving across.

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