The Old City Church

A black, grey London day
Clouds billowing in a leaden sky.
A stranger walked the City streets
Feeling the dullness of the day.
Teeming people jostling past
Noisy traffic hurtling by.
Engulfing buildings, Lofty, vast
Swamped the stranger there.
He stopped as if in deep despair
He turned and looked to left and right
Then saw some steps that led
Down to an open door.
It was an ancient City Church
Tightly packed between
High-rise offices on either side.
The stranger paused, then as if propelled
He entered through the door.
The sudden silence smote him
And the dimness irked his eye.
He moved towards the flickering light
Of candles, a welcome sight.
Sinking down upon his knees

The Old City Church

He raised his eyes aloft,
A stained glass window caught his eye
Depicting the figure of Jesus Christ
Stretched on his cross to die.
But as he gazed upon the scene
A ray of sunshine pierced the glass,
Rainbow rays fell on the cross
Lighting up the face of Christ.
The face was changed from pain to love
The stranger felt his presence near
And thought he heard a voice quite clear,
"Your pain is mine my friend."
At once the stranger felt at ease
His anxious heart was cheered.
He stood up straight, then left the church
A Little child passed by and smiled
Indeed his heart was warmed
The traffic did not seem so fierce
The people less aggressive.
He turned and looked back at the church.
Then walked away, his heart held high,
The peace of God went with him.


Sheila Jakobsson