ST ENODOC CHURCH

It was the stone rejected by the builders.
That became the cornerstone.
Nothing like failure and rejection bewilders.
We accept everything but failure it seems we cannot condone.

As we walked, the wind came gusting in from the Atlantic at fifty miles an hour.
We hurried into St Enodoc church nestled in the dunes.
Once buried in sand now bedecked with flower.
We came here for evening prayer and to unpick spiritual runes.

This tiny church.
Once rejected.
Now a keystone of search.
And which flourishes, thirty of us today were collected.

And here tarry awhile beside John Betjeman’s grave.
And think on what can save.