Little Chapel

Little chapel by the water
Where the mirror shows the sky
And the willow dips her fingers 
As the foraging ducks swim by
Little chapel are you dreaming
Of the feet that trod your floors?
Of the voices raised in singing?
Of the souls that went before?
Little chapel by the water
Warmed by sunlight slumber deep
While the mortal creatures round you
Laugh and live, and die and weep

©️Jane Jago 2020