Lincoln Cathedral
From the miles of flatness and the fens
Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands
Everyone can see this floodlit site
When the moon is out and there is night.
I saw it through the window as I turned
It’ struck me down with beauty never learnt.
As I lay surprised upon the stair
I absorbed the beauty I saw there
Should we worship beauty such as this?
It strikes us with a hammer not a kiss
Copyright © Mary Braithwaite | Year Posted 2022
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