Steeple Church

Steeple Church

A loner walks in silence right

Wondering the street at night

He lets the inner walls all fall

In hope another soul will call

 

At night a mind it is a waste

In suicide and thoughts of haste

Time keeps pace as rivers trace

The path the lonely soul embraced

 

Hometown blues flow with a breeze

While walking through the memories

Childhood locations find indications

Of Mother Nature’s clear impatience

 

Blacktop cracks fill with the seeds

Summer heat turns to the weeds

Foundations found within the ruin

Show past signs of being human

 

A loner walks within the night

Looking for the drive to fight

And suddenly he feels a lurch

Standing near a Steeple church

 

Hellems avenue a little off Lincoln

Has got his mind to clearly thinking

 Of childhood friends and summer joy

And of the years an altar boy

 

Bricks of brown all lined in order

Found within the weathered mortar

Stand around the wrought iron gates

All painted white clearly in haste

 

Perhaps to enter will find grace

Within this clearly welcome place

Wrought iron gate bleeds the rust you see

When chain linked steel and lock impede