It is the sign of the times

when the church on St. Andrews Road

displays not an encouraging word

on a billboard half hidden

by an instrument of Cosmic law,

the half blinding Sun and bedded down roots

of trees, seeking salvation in the quiet Earth,

but a for sale sign, proclaiming the new words

of profits…when a Church closes down,

even for heathens and dissenting voices

such as my own,

I feel the pain for the lost and lonely,

for now where do they go to sit