Echoes breathe deep 'neath Church steeples,
wind warped chimes chase spiral pathways,
chords of love... the Passion and the Death.
Funeral's tend to cumber heavy hearts
and lungs of the grievous stricken...choking.

Myrrh stings the eye like a devils darning needle,
smoked heat dances 'round the gothic lamps above
the starched 'March of Death' sleeps below them,
as Echoes breathe deep, sore unlaboured,
while mourners sit in pews profusely sweating-

by the noonday sun off the bright stained glass
'Resurrection' Masses tend to disturb,
leave grey, hollow hearts bereft;
thank God for the steeple breeze-
whenever Church Echoes breathe deep.




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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR

Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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