The London Stained Glass Repository

strong tower

 

Oh you were razed

years ago strong tower

felled and your silenced

bell ignominiously

topping a pile of rubble

 

I gazed upon you

disconsolately softly

holding the raised hand

of an adored still tiny

daughter

 

Daddy! I’ve never

seen you cry before –

and grateful for

her watchful

presence I told her

 

of the silence and the

call within your

hallowed walls long

years before

still tiny too then

 

I lifted my own

watchful eyes to

stained glass throne

and glory and the song

thereunder:

 

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus

Dominus et Deus Omnipotens

 

Holy, Holy, Holy

Lord and God Almighty

 

Strong Tower raised there

in beeswax-scented silence

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