Did knocks and scrapes of knives and tools
In blistered fingers of blundering fools
Awaken something in the hidden room
That until then, had slept entombed
In Minster Lovell Hall?
For when the dust had moved away
Like curtains parting from night to day
And rock was crushed deep into clay
The room revealed its secret prey
To the vultures of the Hall.
As they stood with sweat on their skin
The terrible sadness revealed within
Set the steady hearts into a crashing spin
And a silence descended, settling thin
Among Minster Lovell Hall.
There he appeared to the weary worked men
Sat with his papers held down by his pen
His bones draped in dust of a century there spent
Waiting for the doors to pull back once again
He waited and waited til brought back to dust
To crumble before a world still unjust
In Minster Lovell Hall.
Categories:
minster, history, house, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Young Justin Trudeau who was just a kid,
Pranked Canada's secret service and hid,
Had told him not to be here,
Warned by his father Pierre,
Called, "Young prince is on the asteroid vid."
Date: 08/28/2019
Categories:
minster, 12th grade,
Form: Limerick
The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling building stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, dedication,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling building stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, spiritual,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
*********
...a ruined Abbey on the outskirts of Oxford, UK
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
Categories:
minster, spiritual,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, spiritual,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
*********
...a ruined Abbey on the outskirts of Oxford, UK
Categories:
minster, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling building stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, history,
Form: Verse
The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
The Minster's quiet grace speaks of a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays another face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, introspection
Form: Rhyme
The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling structure stands,
a shrine for truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, introspection
Form: Rhyme
The Minster's quiet grace speaks from a time
when life was simple, kinsfolk came to pray
for hope within this haven so sublime
that famine and disease be kept at bay.
The temple thrives to prove the power of God,
it bests the test, as celebrants have trod
her cloistered precincts dressed in robe and cowl
to swell His praise through seasons fair and foul.
Today we slay and maim all in His name
people whose God displays a different face;
we trample on chaste values and defame
this land we hold so dear, to our disgrace.
His church endures, the crumbling building stands,
a shrine of truth on time's all-weathered hill;
shall we learn life's lesson, hold in our hands
the answer, or will it elude us still?
Categories:
minster, inspirational,
Form: Verse