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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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