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