The mystery of history

The church shivers in the cold
crouched among the snowdrops
slippery in the winter rain

Out of time, figures walk
among the tombstones,
talking of skeletons and saints,
dreams and witches

And one day you may dance here too
disguised as artists and poets
uncovering history by chance

trying to recall faith’s secret meaning
and the way we run from death –
as if there were some other way
to say goodbye



One of a series of Lent poems: this one  relates to
an exhibition in Paston Church, Norfolk