Shadows of Revival
The shadows are still cast; of the preacher, who caught in this place alight with fire. The reflected glow can be seen in ageing eyes. The word of welcome formal and polite. Greeting one young and green. Hoping, but not to much, that a flame might catch again, a stray cinder from the past. Here the shadows are still cast.
This is a poem in response to and inspired by one of R S Thomas is poems, “The Chapel“