An Anglican Ghost

[Brownie]

Beautiful imagery in the first stanza. Really brings one into the scene. Flowed well until the third stanza. Seemed to get a little choppy. I'm sure you were going for that effect, so I suggest a little reworking there while keeping the meaning the same. Wonderful topic and very peaceful feeling emanating from your words.

A church of rounded stones
in grey morose tableaux,
but on this hot Epping morning,
a stone's throw from the dozing woods,
you feel like an Anglican ghost.

You take the Word of Israel,
sung in a pianist's key,
the fleshless glory of the Christ
up there in coloured glass.

But the churches of man intrude again
playing the song which sung the Word.
For Christ Himself was flesh and glory
holding like a stone
in grey morose tableaux.