Christ Church, Southwark

Because of you I walk past
The humming glass and tower cranes
Through this island, this sanctuary
Shadowed by giant London planes
The brick church is industrial
It speaks of utility not beauty
You would have liked the flowers
You would have named them for me
I seek the humility of repetition
In this world of bees wax and prayer –
Time out, memory, reflection
A brown piety fogs the atmosphere
A tiny candle flickers your memory
Because of you I am here