We head for the ruins, of the Abbey so old.
Bathed in the flood lights, on path you do stop,
The tower there before you, just over the tree top.
As the darkness comes fast, the Abbey shows new life,
We think of the Monks, and the times of strife.
Bathed in this new light, they never would have seen,
We walk in their shadows, where they had once been.
As the darkness takes hold, new shapes are on show,
We see all the shadows, under the flood lights glow.
Bathed in the bright light, the stones live once more,
The majesty of the ruins, what they were built for.
As the darkness is complete, sound of the monks song,
We look down the aisle, where religion used to belong.
Bathed in this glorious light, with so much to see,
We stand in it’s presence, a wonderful place to be.
©2013 Craig Wadner