The Inkwell
Salford, 19th January 2020
#weather #fog
Christmas and New Year is over, but winters still here
A patchwork of heavy cloud, lies low – hiding church spires
Until it lifts – it’s difficult to get anywhere
Gravitating over roads and field alike
Hard to make out the silhouettes in the Pea Soup
The landmarks fizzle out the further they’re away
Christmas is almost here
As they lit the third candle on the advent wreath
Nativity plays are being practiced
Down in school halls up and down the land as
Lit number of candles is three
Excitement is building – the lords almost here!
As far as I know it, the countdown to Christmas day has begun
December starts tomorrow morning, when
Vergers and other officers of the church will be
Engaging with the parishioners about the upcoming
Nativity celebrations
Taking place in the cathedral on Christmas Eve
Older than me
For this challenge, I scoured the archive of my photos looking for an old photo…..I didn’t find one (Ha Ha) but among my archive I did find this
Just up the road from where I live in Salford. It was built in the 19th Century, and the spire still shows the date on when it was first built.
Upon its decommission as a church the spire was given a bit of a spruce up and is now a local landmark by the entrance to the motorway.
I wrote an acrostic on the spire – and you should find it below in the related section.
#Coloryourworld #cyw #royalpurple
Perched on her majesty’s head
Under the frame of silver and jewel
Royal colour emits from the crown
Perhaps – it denotes her status – as head of her church
Like priests and bishops wear the colour in spring at mass in parishes up and down
England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales
They’re tearing down temples
for a flash B & B
The places of worship,
they think they are twee.
They’re moving the pulpits
to community halls
whilst taking a digger
to break down brick walls
In name they call – “Progress”
Its the communities loss
for the one who wont replace it –
is the man they call “Boss”
But the leader of worship –
you see – he’s no fool
for the church comes attached
with its very own school
So one way or another
the sacred worship will survive
as the church all meets in the school
where together – they thrive.
Sat in solemnity
the light brightens
the dark of midnight
Prayer for a loved one
the young old, the sick, the traveller,
kept in a moment of action
The light travels far
directing the thoughts of those
who’s thinking about their own
And the wax melts
tears of sadness or joy
fall in line down in line
And as the light continues to shine
the sign of the holders
shines out for all to see
I attended mass this morning, having been away after tests in hospital and the holiday in Turkey and
have been presented with a bit of a challenge….
“Draw up a web site for the local RC Church and Parish”
I had a bit of hindsight on this one to be truthful – as one of the people behind the project asked me to do a few snaps of the church…
What I have asked for is a brief so I can work on a suitable prototype.
More to Follow as and when I get it.
