Kyrkan.wmv

this is piece I have just composed for my Swedish language course called the Church. Its not about religion its about the place. I took the photos.

Detta är en dikt \ ord bilden har jag komponerat för mina svenska språkkurs. Jag tog bilderna. Vad tycker du?

left behind the concrete street
Felt soft, green grass beneath my feet
I looked on trees so tall & true
Bathed in summers leaf-green hue
I listnened to the birdsong there
I smelled the summer in the air
As one by one my thoughts replaced
With welcomed silence without haste
I heard the lonely church bells ring
They sang to me of peace within
Time flew here then stopped to rest
A thousand years to catch its breath
This Place has grown with hope & peace
And sown the seeds of souls release
The Old Bricks sit beside the new
Like placid trees these stones renew
Through solid doors of wood & steel
As calm descends & peace I feel
I stepped into the stained glass light
Where doubt & darkness fled like night
The world will spin with breathless change
This Place of peace remains the same
I heard the lonely church bells ring....

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