Hasps, rasps, nobbles
Key locked & slide bolted
I sit on the step, half in shadow, half in light
The doors not insignificant security
Leaves me fairly well protected
It is a barrier from the onrush of parishioners
Those spirited attendees of a service
That would be difficult for me to attend
As I enter the chapel later all is quiet
It is clear of worshipers and tourists alike
I stand ever so still, to feel the magnificent privilege
Swim with venom into my veins
Run rampant throughout my hopeful mind
Give my soul these free words to rampage with
I am heavy in admiration of mortice and tenon
The carpenters surely fashioned this boldness
Making a statement, as carpenters sons are known to
