Leave the noisy world behind
Walk boldly through the door.
Leave the stress of modern life
Across the threshold.
Feel the air change as you enter -
Without the sun’s oppressive heat.
Feel the history of this ancient place
A sanctuary for many years.
Look around in awe
- And gaze in wonder -
At the structure that enfolds you.
As your eyes accustom to the gloom
See the colours that surround you.
See the shaft of golden sunbeam
Streaming in from up on high,
Falling like a burst of holy light
Upon some religious statuary.
Look up and trace the columns as they rise
Straight as pillars first they climb.
Then arch to form the roof - high overhead -
Scattered with pin-pricks of light
Like stars across an evening sky.
A sense of calm and full of faith
Sacred as any holy site
This no dry and dusty mausoleum
But full of life and calming for the soul.
No architect designed these buttressed walls
Or carved the windows up on high.
No thatcher interlaced the roof
Giving shelter far below.
No painter came with brush in hand
To scatter his palette all around
And colour in this sacred scene.
Rather this is nature’s work:
Foundations laid down long ago
From which have grown the noble trees
Of this ancient wood wherein you stand.