When churches fall into disuse
perhaps they find their perfect function.
Give the scourers time to unearth frescoes,
people years to come and go unmediated.
But don’t allow the land to be rationalised.
Keep a skeletal staff to tend the grounds,
a sole warden to cut the grass and pray,
take us through the weather and the history
as a natural sacrament of confession
by the Mildmay oaks of Winta’s Island.
Wilderspool Causeway 
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