Eglwys, Eglos, Ecclesia
Beneath the slates, the cherubim,
the hammer-beams, we hold to faith.
We bring our sons and daughters –
the small votive offerings
of our seeded dreams; we wash them
in God’s salamandered waters
and we pray for a mason-mark:
a provenance that our clays
will be as innocent as elephants.
Rob Evans is an aerospace engineer who lives near London but who works all over the world. When not flying or working, he spends his time writing poetry and sometimes reading it to hushed and not-so-hushed audiences. He is a one-time UK All-Comers Poetry Slam Champion but has since clawed his way back to some kind of respectability.