Church bells presiding clear at mass
parishioners appear at mass
meek in life with strong footsteps
prayers hum you’ll hear at mass
focus adjusts a myriad light streams
historical images dance years at mass
bow at the body of His name
rosary beads shield fears at mass
incense waves, priest nets sin
you left walking free at mass
atheist Anita, when her mum died
derived tranquil comfort and cheer at mass.
Author: Anita Gracey
The GistAnita Gracey has written poetry for books ‘Washing Windows? Irish Women Write Poetry’, Edited by Alan Hayes, published by Arlen House and ‘Where My River Flows’, published by Lagan Navigation Trust, ‘Resonance’ and ‘Find’ published by Community Arts Partnership and will be in Poetry Ireland Review, May 2019.