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The
Valley
Here, nothing is broken
The land is whole
Listen to the ancient rhythms
Of nature's round
Singing in stately harmony
Here, nothing is broken
The earth is clean
And life renews itself
In tree and flower
Peacefully
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The gentle paths
Wind through undulating hills
And lazy streams
Gurgle happily
Here, nothing is broken
There are no shards
Of hurt or pain
Screaming to be fixed
Just the wind whispering
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For this is a cathedral of trees
Roofed with branches
Carpeted with bluebells
The choir, birdsong
Here nothing is broken
Just a valley full of warmth and heart
A sacred place
Where humans come
To heal themselves
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The
Chapel
Here, nothing is broken
For this is not a mighty temple
Full of awe and fear
But God's humble home
Here, nothing is broken
It's a friendly space
Where strangers are welcomed
And the singing cheerful
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Here, nothing is broken
No crumbling spires or ancient naves
No hallowed halls or hollow ceremony
Just a simple chapel, clean, well kept
Here, nothing is broken
For when things go wrong
Humour, skill and common sense
Solve problems in time for a cup of tea |
Here, nothing is broken
For love runs through it all
Like letters in a stick of rock
Touching everyone
Here, nothing is broken
It's a human place
Where you can be yourself
And even God wears carpet slippers
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Brenda explains the inspiration
behind these two poems
"I belong to
an informal poetry group and in early May we were
invited to take part in a silent poetry walk along a
deep valley of ancient landscape in the Ashdown Forest.
It was a place of natural beauty, virtually untouched
for centuries, and in private ownership. I believe the
land registry classifies it as "unimproved land". The
first poem was written on that walk.
"The second
simply appeared in my mind a couple of weeks later,
during a service in Pett Chapel when Lynda
Johnson, the visiting preacher, made a comment that
Pett Chapel was so relaxed and easy going she felt she
should be wearing carpet slippers! Strange as it might
seem, I found myself linking these two quite different
locations together and asked myself what it might be
that they both had in common. For me it was a feeling of
peaceful, unbroken continuity. I hope the poems reflect
this."
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