High Up A Church

The man on a ladder is no friend of God

though he is high on a church’ s side.

He scrapes and paints, and the bare boards are turning white.

He was, he said, bored, and the church,

God bless the Anglicans, was looking sad.

It was moved here for preservation.

Its little town shrank and died, and the Rotarians stepped in.

God bless the Rotarians.

Up it came, its arched door and pretty windows.

They sat it here, where the rusty rail line curves west.

There is no uplifting choir, just wispy nor-west cloud,

a painter’s beefy arm poking enamel under stout boards.

Inside, you can see his legs, climbing to the cross

3 Responsesso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    This is a great piece, John, the whole setting of it, one of your great man-and-landscape pieces, the no-nonsense description to open (‘The man on a ladder is no friend of God..) to his ‘ascent’ to the cross, as Dean mentions.

  2. Dean English Dean English says:

    Love that last image, John!

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