Grace may enter here

We used to learn from talking to our friends
Our neighbours in communities now gone
Gone too are the preachers and the saints
And there’s gap to fill but how’s that done?

Oh,  buy a tabloid like the  Daily Wail
It’s full of gossip lies , crude images
Like  the words we swapped by village wells
Lies and truth and problems that enraged

Now the people we live by are  who?
We know not of their work,religion,place
We see their faces as they pass at speed
We see no smiles, no love, just a strained face.

There is a gap  but we must keep it clear;
For sometimes grace will  enter, conquering fear

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