And at the dead end of the small secret valley
Folded neatly into its ancient habitat
Stands St Jerome’s, a long way from Rome
Hidden from view, tucked away safely
Unless you know that it’s there
Hidden from time and slow to transform
#thread
Folded neatly into its ancient habitat
Stands St Jerome’s, a long way from Rome
Hidden from view, tucked away safely
Unless you know that it’s there
Hidden from time and slow to transform
#thread
By the side of its small stream
Whose other small gods must once
Have played before a crucifix arrived
It hides the curlicues of its delicate screen
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Whose other small gods must once
Have played before a crucifix arrived
It hides the curlicues of its delicate screen
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And silent green men, who stare down
At you, unchanging over the centuries
Knowing more about you, than you know of them
Because they have seen footprints and faces
For hundreds of years, approach the altar
In love, in despair, in sin, in reverence...
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At you, unchanging over the centuries
Knowing more about you, than you know of them
Because they have seen footprints and faces
For hundreds of years, approach the altar
In love, in despair, in sin, in reverence...
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We are delighted to share this excerpt from a poem inspired by our church, St Jerome's, Llangwm Uchaf, Monmouthshire. It's written by local man, Pete Evans, who often walks to the church with his dog, Layla.
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