Beddington

Beddington

I saw the fountains open
as if in
a dream.
Many tiny
gurgling waterfalls
purified from
water to the
wine of Christ's
love.

Bestowed gently
on this place
of quiet sanctuary
Even the algae
is clean, the
weeds don't over-ride
and buttercup
bushes, mayflower
and laburnum
are softly manicured
by distinctive
ivory hands of
humility, our
nature, humbled
by prodigies,
the one God,
natural,
untamed,
wild, real
Father, Son
and Holy
Spirit
alive in
Beddington.
I see St Mary's
steeple
and know I
have found home.