(25th March 1943 / )

An Architectural Dream

I delight in the spires of Churches,
Pointing upwards, to the sky.
Stretching towards the heavens,
With our praises rising high.

They dominate the landscape,
Calling everyone to prayer,
Grey lichen covered pinnacles,
Of stone, layer upon layer.

Built back in another era,
They've repelled strong winds and rain,
Standing stalwart in their dignity,
So steadfast they remain.

Some of them, plain and simple,
Others show carvings so fine,
Each turret carved by unknown hands,
Beauty reflected, in these eyes of mine.

To look at these marvellous steeples,
What talent created their guise,
I feel a profound companionship,
With those Masons, who climbed to the skies.

I delight in the spires of Churches,
Their elevation just stands so supreme,
A wonderful tribute to the faith of man,
And a designer's architectural dream.

© Ernestine Northover

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Wonderful writing here Ernestine. Church spires are indeed awe-inspiring objects. Andrew x
My sentiments exactly, your poem captures it all I find old buildings just awe inspiring, love this one Ernistine.
A prefect write of how these spires inspire us to do right. -chuck
Another gem from you Ernestine! I love looking at churches too! There are very few buildings that can fill you with a sense of awe and wonder......but churches do me. Great poem. Sincerely, mary
The structure of this piece is as well-crafted as those of your dreams. Grand piece which draws the reader into the 'dream'.
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