THE Albert Road Methodist Church
Stands like a colossus
Overlooking terraced houses
As flowers flutter outside its doors.
I wonder if people who live there now
Reflect about the congregation of long ago
Singing hymns in the Sunday morning air
Who knows, perhaps their ghosts still linger there.
I reside on a bench in Belle Vue Park
Trees hiss, leaves turn gold
A sight which fills me with awe
And stare at the imposing tower
Of the Victorian Methodist church
And as I walk past seem to hear
“Abide with me” sung with such power
From when the church had its finest hour.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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