See now, the grey turn to silver
Threads in dark winter’s night,
The promise of golden days ahead
When summer’s sun my soul will warm

Threads in dark winter’s night
Paint a picture in the trees
When summer’s sun my soul will warm
The picture will come to life

Paint a picture in the trees
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
The picture will come to life
As the earth moves round to face the sun

Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
Soon the thickening ice will melt
As the earth moves round to face the sun
The picture becomes complete

Soon the thickening ice will melt
And I will dance in summer’s sun
The picture becoming complete
As grey turns to silver then to gold


Can I claim the land where I am now a foreigner,
And maybe always was,
As I sit beneath the rowan tree
That sturdily guards all souls?

This place was always their home,
The home I wanted for myself
For all eternity,
That never in time was mine,
Though when always so far away
I yearned for this place that always I called home

I heard so many names,
Knew the folks from stories told,
And through such tales felt one of them,
And now I sit here, read their names,
And long to claim this land


I, on the hill waiting for you
You, on the hill, waiting there too
How many years have passed since I left
At our sad parting I felt so bereft
So many things have we both been through

Tears fall gently in morning dew
Is there a storm beginning to brew
Now come together the warp and the weft
I, on the hill

Oh such a puzzle there is no clue
As to why we parted when skies were blue
Oh how tragic this terrible theft
Of Love that was born in a rock’s hard cleft
Now there is silence, a waiting it’s true
I, on the hill

Take Seven 30th. October

The ancient iron CHEST stood in the corner. It was engraved on her memorry. Susie had tried to to BEG to get into the old building. Normally it was open all the time, but since the virus things had been very different. Everything had had to be locked up. Susie was heartbroken, as it was her Go To place always when life got tough. It wouldn’t have been everybody’s CUP of tea, being so old and dark, and, in the winter, very cold. But there was something about it for Susie. In the current situation however, she had been denied entry. She had to CURTAIL her desires. Her DESK was covered in notes and bits of paper where she had begun to write about the place, although she hardly knew where to begin. She would have loved to have been able to DRAW, as there was nothing like a good pencil drawing, she felt. This lockdown due to the virus felt awful. Almost FINAL. There were no HALF measures.

Susie, in her desperation, began to HOUND the churchwarden, wondering when the building was going to open up again. It was steeped in history, and it was almost All Hallows Eve. A very special time for Susie. The very first time she had been into the building, she had felt there to be so many souls in the walls, all with their own stories to tell.

On that first day that she had entered the building, she had had a snoop round, and found, behind the altar, an old blue VELVET curtain. Obviously it had known better days! But oh how glad she had been to find the building OPEN. There were also some papers tied up with RIBBON behind the altar. How intriguing, Susie thought.

Susie hardly dared tell anybody her feelings about the place. People would have thought her barmy, and have deemed her in need of a SHRINK. Souls in walls were not exactly the order of the day with most people. But Susie was convinced.

She let out a long SIGH, sitting in her Study. She hadn’t had much SLEEP lately, her mind being very disturbed by the virus. She looked at the SMALL photograph of the place that she had on her desk. Was this ever going to be over? She made up a long SPEECH in her mind, to give to the Diocese about the closing of the church. After all, churches were meant to be open…..weren’t they? She didn’t expect she would get anywhere, but all she could do was TRY.

Suddenly, the WIND began to blow, and a door slammed to. Susie jumped. Then she looked at her watch. It was midnight on October 31st.