St. Paul’s Anglican church Trinity Newfoundland
Anglican affections lord many landscapes,
pigeons perch above carillon boom;
capsized ark its ceiling-strut shape,
gravestone sentries, mossed tombs.
Large bells bless, scarily-suspended,
upturned oversize cups, foundry-cast,
rope-pulled, full swing, toll blended,
sonic pathos, present and past.
Well-known hymns, heartily sung,
organ pipe pattern, poetic praise,
stained-glass scenes, creedal tongues,
God’s granite house flavouring days.
Gospel from brass eagle wings read,
candled hope flickers from altar;
baptism, marriage vows, farewell dead,
readings from Common Prayer Psalter.
Raised pulpit, wisdom words shared,
pew-seated listeners in Sunday best,
prepared prayers weekly declared,
some parishioners bored, others blessed.
Coffee in crowded church hall after,
restless children run unattended;
bared hearts, gossip, shared laughter
and perhaps strangers get befriended?