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Geoff was very influential in organising the event in the "Old Chancel" at the Ireby music festival , he wrote this poem after attending gig. We were so impressed we asked his permission to include it on the site - "Enjoy"
"The Old Chancel"
Here by the spring under the trees ancestors worshipped ancient gods, before the Celts came across the Irish Sea to erect the preaching cross from where the word was spoken, the wine spilt, the bread broken
The voice that carried the song Was rich and strong The words woven on still air The voice of truth and peace was there
In the field these ancient chancel stones witness to times passing, to change, here language softened, truth made relative, the word masked by the clamour of modern times
And there are two mysteries here, after the necessary walk, these pilgrims come to hear the singers voice, music’s timeless rhythm where the place itself is a sermon in stone where sentinel stones in the churchyard carry the names of those whose lives are now traces echoing gently, gently, gentle
At the tolling of the Angelus bell Ghosts from past and future assemble To hear the words of these sensient songs That remind us of who we are and where we belong
Can you hear the voices in tree and stream? they rise again, celebrate again, break bread, spill wine in this sacred place are heard again accents over time as the word is spoken again
© Geoff Smith Friday, 30 May 2008
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