Today I visited a redundant church

It was closed nearly fifty years ago

But has found another life since then

In the main it showcases arts and crafts

Which are sold to benefit the community

God would have approved of its use

My attention was however gathered

By a white cotton dress red rural and rose heavy

It was an attractive and very feminine garment

Which had obviously been made with love

Yet its horse had been stationed above a vault

My only thought as I passed this display

Was about the meetings of the living and the dead