The Ghost Church

by

Songs of the red winged blackbird

from the solitudes of Chantilus

The old man had seen it that day

The old man was sure he had seen it,

Pedaling his bicycle slowly along

A very beautiful little stone church

Standing on holy consecrated ground

That day that day so long ago

On the lake shore drive

Only where had it gone?

He could not find it.

He had viewed it's beauty there

There was a wedding that Summer day

A bride and groom standing out front.

A priest guiding them into holy wedlock

The lonely old man could not find it!

Did I just imagine it he wondered?

How could I do a thing like that?

So back and forth he peddled, back and forth.

But no, the beautiful little church was nada.

The beautiful little church that had blessed

His lonely heart with dreams of bliss one day

See the lonely old guy riding back to Spokane

See how he wonders as he wanders

Had it been a mirage? A trick played

by the terrible loneliness of his heart?

For he of all people was very much aware!

There is No fool like an old fool

The bride and groom had looked so lovely

So happy and blessed by the little church

Reminding him of someone he felt close to

Strange he could not place the resemblance!

But I, Chantilus, was told by a little bird.

The old man had seen himself

In a younger day

The church he had seen had been in a dream

NEXT?
Why don't you look at ITS CHRISTMAS
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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