For ever and everJones, Jones, Huws Morgan a Pugh Each in their row each in their place The same old faces the same old sermon The Spirit visited once long ago. With a wild abandon and not much time to stay whipping up a furore and bringing many in. But now they lay in rows neat around the walls in God’s holy acre with the box at its centre kept in fine condition for eternal praise. But empty it now feels the cloud around does not fill the seats only the faithful remnant Pugh a Morgan Huws, Jones, Jones.
Some reflections in poetry on the state of the church, again it suggests I’ve been on a retreat.