Una congregazione ispirata…

With regard to the steeple
The church underneath
Holds masses for people
To their blessed relief.
While the spire does aspire
To be seen through the shire
Welcomes members of the choir
In their Sunday attire.
They all gather there at matins
Travelling as they can afford
Filling pews in little patterns
For the worship of their Lord.

They listen to the choir
In such angelic voice
Then sitting down, or kneeling
To pray as is their choice.
The vicar who’s a huge man
With a dark and flowing beard
Will talk as kindly as he can
So not to be too feared.
He opens up his arms
To welcome all the people
Gathering there to worship
Beneath the church’s steeple.