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Trevor Hewett

Welsh Chapel

Perhaps you've spent years doubting,
rejecting all faith;
perhaps you're a sceptic,
too wise to be fooled

by simple, ancient tales;

and when life punished you,
left you bitter and cold,
you still refused to believe
that we're more than just mammals

with fanciful beliefs.

Then, perhaps, you came here,
under the mountain mist,
through this slate valley,
to the ruined chapel where

once, a standing congregation
sang praise, adored.
And, maybe, found the ruin
filled with shadows, cobwebs, grace

and stood to watch the sky moving
through the wet, broken roof
and shivered, feeling some connection
that you don't believe is there.

Perhaps.

It could happen here.

 

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Biography

Trevor Hewett lives and writes in his native Cornwall. He has had two collections of poems - The Patchwork Woman and Drift published and has a third collection due out this year. Currently, he is working on a joint project with a photographer.

 



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