Why are you so afraid, little church?
crouched so young and new on a green hillside?
hear the sounds of fresh young singing drift from your
new wooden eaves
there is no need to be frightened.
The blood of martyrs is your growth
the sign of the Virgin your word of wisdom
Why are you so lonely, church?
look! light your candles in all your joyous windows
open your doors wide and spill the lamplight
onto the greengrass
for Jesus stands without, protecting you with homespun cloak from the morningrain
he protects you from the ravening wolves
so rejoice, church
Catherine Nicolette Whittle
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