This poem was written some time ago, inspired by a deserted country chapel I passed off an interstate I frequently traveled. I often wondered about the stories it might tell if I were to visit. Submitted to dVerse November 12, 2020 Open Link #278
It was just a little chapel that sat beside the way
But oh the stories it could tell, if it could speak today
The chapel is now empty where once it stood with pride
With voices raised in worship by those who were inside.
I stand beside what used to be, and can’t believe it’s gone
If I listen, I hear echoes of ice cream socials on the lawn.
I imagine all the faithful who have talked here with their God
While outside their forefathers rested deep beneath the sod.
I see all the bridal couples who have here exchanged their vows
And think of long-ago sermons soothing furrowed brows.
How many babes were christened, how many old folks laid to rest
How many Sunday mornings with folks dressed in church-day best.
I feel God all about me as I think of days of yore
And listen to the echoes of those who’ve passed before
One day I’ll be like them, when this life has passed me by
And my voice be but an echo to some dreamer such as I.
May I live my life with honor in my short time here on earth
And touch the lives of others with love, and joy and mirth.
May there always be a moment as day follows busy day
For echoes like the chapel’s and what it has to say.