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