Return to Tintern Abbey Again
Misconception in a dream
I notice not a true rhyme
But to me it did seem
A place from another time
I never saw a city in decay
As an old man fading away
Though nature is exquisite
There is far more to it
Why worship the created
While the maker is hated
Yet let me not travel that way
I’ll guard the words I say
For I come not to judge you
Just to say I’ve been there too
With you I sit under the tree
In spirit I feel your glee
Thank God you were not blind
Thank God that He is kind
For what in nature you see
Is but one facet of beauty
Oh master poet long dead
Some worship the words you said
I realize it was not meant so
Each has a separate way to go
To unlock what is within
That is how to begin
For each one is unique
With their own voice to speak
At Tintern Abbey we did meet
As comrades in battle’s heat
The words you have once said
Your cause I have deserted
At Tintern Abbey may you forever rest
For at Tintern Abbey it was your best
At Tintern Abbey you did discover
That nature she is your brother
It may be unnatural your view
But I see it also too
More strange then a circus freak
More beauty then we can speak
In wilderness perfection we find
Yet this perfection is so unkind
Spring the coming of life
Summer celebration of the living
Fall it cuts as a knife
Winter it is so unforgiving
The circle it is then whole
On the circle travels your soul
Past, future, present
Still your life is spent
Your travel nowhere fast
I pray your nowhere to last
So farewell my good friend
At Tintern Abbey we’ll meet once again
POLISHED FRAGMENTS
Poet To The Poor
