All Hallows |
Rising over the rooftops of the village,
The spire evokes pride and solemnity.
From the gates leading to the large, timber door,
Your senses are soothed in gentle repose.
Encompassed by an aura of ambience,
First impressions are filled with wonderment.
The hall echoes with the voices of a choir
And their melodies stimulate the soul.
The sunlight pierces a stained glass window and brings
The chamber hall to life with its warm rays.
The Light falls incandescently from above,
Descending in bright enchanting spirals.
Their colours fall with a graceful touch and melt
Softly into the calm serenity.
Candles aligning the four walls, bring balance
And uplift its artistic creation.
Aspiring columns extend to the heavens,
Holding years of knowledge in their stone.
In the transept, the reflection of a word,
Shines down boldly onto the grey, stone floor:
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