I don’t belong to your Parish (Poem)

I don’t belong to your Parish, though I sit in the company of silent friends each day and tell them my woes.

Never an interruption experienced, they just listen, without comment or judgement and as I tell them of my trials and tribulations, a sense of peace pervades.

I’ve no doubt they’ve seen and heard it all before, not a single eyebrow raised or quiet disapproving tut, just the rustle of the leaves on the trees and the smell of cut grass.

I don’t belong to your Parish, but as I sit amongst the gravestones, I am grateful for the company of those resting in it.

 

Annie Read

 

8 Comments

  1. I have read and enjoyed a few of Annie’s heartfelt and beautiful poetry, “I don’t belong to your Parish” is particularly special and I know the “Parish” very well! Congratulations and well deserved.

  2. What a beautiful heartfelt poem. Having often shared my problems in the same way it really resonated for me. Well done Annie – i look forward to reading more of your work.

  3. This is a very peaceful and warm perspective on how people take you and make you feel, It reads with ease and that you seem at peace with yourself.

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