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

SRM

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