Upton Cottage, Loftus,10/09/16
More and more I’m finding
that going into a church
is like going into a tomb.
A place that feels cold and restricted.
And the only way to endure it
is to layer up
and imagine the joy inside me
dancing like a small child.
Instead of stone walls
I long for trees
and a cloud splattered sky
instead of a painted ceiling.
I want to lie
in a leaf-floored forest
And watch the screech owls
take flight.
See the red squirrels acrobat.
Stay long enough
to glimpse
the shy roe deer…..