Private Chapel in Grounds

By Howard Benn

This church, made
With roughly hewn stone;
So small, so humble,
With whitewashed walls
And full of light;
Where star meets star,
Saints’ hands come together in prayer.
Peace reflects from ceiling to floor.
The silence helps me hear
Love echoing through my veins.
Who put love there
But you, the centre of my love?
Here is all the sensation I need.

There are no full stops in life;
Not even our little deaths
Bring an end to things.

Howard Benn 2023

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