In The Ruins Of Kilwarra Church

In The Ruins Of Kilwarra Church

By Paul McCann

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It was Mass time again in the ruins

and there was no parking on the street ,

In the ruins of Kilwarra Church

 it was impossible to get a seat .

The call of the faithful was heard

and some had come there for the very first time .

A poet stood up in front of the crowd

and he started to recite a rhyme .

The congregation were singing in Latin

and all the hymn books had been lost.

There were no rafters to be lifted

and the old collection plates had been tossed .

After holy communion,

there was a final blessing to the chosen few,

In the moments before everyone parted

people smiled and said “God bless you “.

In the ruins of Kilwarra Church

there were no windows or door left to close .

It was hello and goodbye  until next time

in the church where the soft wind blows.

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