The stark black arches of Talley Abbey, Carmarthenshire, South West Wales.
Imagine.
An ancient abbey,
Premonstratensian.
Once a thriving House of God.
Crumbling now, but still
Black arched, a sentinel.
Beside which -
the chalk washed church
which grew as the abbey fell.
Stones from one
taken gratefully and practically
to build the other.
('Robbed out' too harsh a judgement
on such a natural act).
Around the church, the graves,
Grey granite marked, glinting
in the soft Welsh mist
The Ancestors resting in peace. Silent -
save for the call of the two white swans
paired for life upon the nearby lake.
When the time comes,
how blissful a place, I think,
to spend my own Eternity;
Serenaded by swansong,
close by a lake,
in the Land of my Fathers.
The Abbey cloister wall
The little church of St. Michael
The graveyard - with the lake beyond, upon which, two white flecks - the swans.
The church alongside the Abbey.
This post is a contribution to Rebecca's weekly 'Postcards From Paradise' at Recuerda mi Corazon. Please visit her lovely site to read other bloggers contributions.
Your photos and poem evoke times long past and our present connection to the land. Beautiful images, beautiful words.
Posted by: Lorrie | Tuesday, September 17, 2013 at 16:05