Poetry

Tuesday, 12 October 2021

Around St Aldhelm's well

 The creatures on the church tower

Running round and round

Protecting the inside from the powers that surround


No evil shall not step inside and all shall beware

To fear God in his house, to come with mortal care

The arrogant shall not be given passage there

Or the wicked or conceited done down by their own care


Only the humble shall have their pass

And all this will not be a grumble of the past


Oh the gargoyle and the dragon in the mouth of the lion

As they reach up out of pits where the fires are besieged

And the unbaptized child who is dragged down into hell

Oh be fearful of the priors around St Aldhelm's well


Come stake your claim in leaves and fallen human souls

And don't take what you don't believe or what you can't control

You shall know the fires if you can't make it whole

Oh come see the priors around St Aldhelm's well


He walked for many hours trying to find his chair

A throne of all God's powers, a throne that is just there

And this is how it came about, it came about in prayer

Never waking time, but in seasons of care


And they all want a water wheel out of their care

Cos it springs up for the villagers, it springs up out there

And yes they brought it to our place, they brought it to our home

When the water came face to face with the enemies of Rome


And they brought it from the land unto the ferned hill

And it sprung up out of hand into St Aldhelm's well


Oh how can you see this place of fettered times

You walk inside the ancient hills and under the sweet sunshine

In the shadows of the ancient ones, by the shadow of the church

Overgrown by many trees and plants that holds its perch


Hold me in your arms St Aldhelm's well

And bring me water charms and quench the fires of hell

Will you drink? Will you come to me? And fetch me sweet liberty

And falling from heaven like rain into the sea




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