I am

I can't remember - 

When and how...

I learned to crawl -

In this dirty aisle. 

How the resonating growling- 

Of a tiresome lass...

Came across the daunted, 

lonely lad... 

The church is empty,

Only  bells are clashing... 

Behind the veil of sorrow,

Unmasked the hungry sparrow...

And time be a foe,

For the cries of labor - 

Each breath be revered, 

More than the golden altar. 

Reviews

[wordman]

you painted some vivid images with words