MY CHURCH
Kindly old building
Christly Inn
Takes her children
To her breast

Her beauty empty
Is her loneliness
Full, she revels
In her flock

Flowers are her jewels
Pine boughs her crown
She needs them not
Wears them like she did

She feels the dance
Loves the song
Shares our rhythm
Through her boards

She’s a smile that warms
When the heart is cold
That cools the hurt
Soothes the soul

She feels our loss
Joy of birth
Promise of joining
Simple silence	
               
Like someone old
Who is at peace
She listens, hears 
Answers in a smile...

                                             (I might be wrong but this is my image of a church "edifice".)