Funeral

Funeral

Jennifer Pickup, 27.12.2025

When I wandered into the church,

Someone held open the glass door,

Made a little conversation,

I’d never stepped inside before.

I was seeking consolation,

A little comfort from above,

Didn’t see the congregation,

Far too consumed with losing love.

I meandered down the walkways,

Revelling in the stained glass light,

Reading all of the inscriptions,

Inside the alcove to the right.

I don’t know what called me in here,

As I passed on my lunchtime walk,

Perhaps some kind guiding angel,

Who knew I needed more than talk.

I heard settling behind me,

As the service approached its start,

I wished the pillars would hide me,

As I so surely fell apart.

I do not mean to disturb you,

Or intervene with private grief,

I have come here for my own pain

For I just need some sweet relief.

I can hear the many whispers,

I feel the heat of strangers’ stares, 

Try to keep my crying silent,

And light a candle for my prayers.

I stand here with my heart open,

For a minute or maybe two,

Then I quietly make my exit,

And leave the flame to burn for you.