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



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



Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus

Dominus et Deus Omnipotens


Holy, Holy, Holy

Lord and God Almighty


Strong Tower raised there

in beeswax-scented silence