High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh since long in the past time beyond recall no bells chime here is sung no carol!
But its heart still flutters as hears the Lord's voice I carried your burden and set for you the choice to do this world much good and love your fellow men be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!
Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain they war and breed hatred between them raise wall hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!
The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Reflections on a visit to a Church in Dec 2013. Reprised with minor edits. Merry Christmas to my poet friends on HP, I'll be retiring to a remote village for the next 3 days.