26/12/2025
- You, Cathedral -
Oh you, who towers with a watchful eye,
Over our town, future, present and times gone by,
Pleading, bleeding for our sorrows,
Cheering, hearing our joys tomorrow,
You, whose hallowed land does hold,
Our beloveds’ bodies, minds and souls,
You, whose walls have captured,
Each preach and prayer,
That’s gathered layer by layer,
For two hundred years so far,
You, whose ceiling height is a tower,
That is seen by those who first approach,
By road, or field, or path, or boat,
You, whose windows wept and weep,
With the thousand more who filled your seats,
Those beeswax polished pews,
That inspired daily patient queues,
That waited to hear this day’s learning,
That climbed from mine and home with yearning,
To join in prayer and join in song,
To feel how it feels to belong,
Belonging, that is our cathedral,
That feeds our soul a hearty meal,
You, who has seen the arrival of swallows and swifts,
Who has overseen the mighty rift,
Of prosper, poor,
Of prosper more,
Our community grew, and then it fell,
And now it’s turned around again,
And we gather now, in song and prayer,
To save you, layer by layer,
You host our children’s Christmas carols,
And house so many community choirs,
And give a home to many who,
Whose ancestors once did too,
Sit amongst your congregation,
Our cousin jacks who left our nation,
They travelled far, they travelled wide,
But you are home in to abide,
A beacon, holding our fine town,
You are our jewel; you are our crown.
Poem and sketch by Ruth Allen
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