Reformation

 

Deep in the earth lie the roots of faith

ruined abbeys of crumbled arches remain

Sanctuaries vacant to the air we breathe

each benefice has its claim of thee

Cupolas, domes, towers and steeples

speak out of a faith held by her peoples

Smallest of valleys with bells to ring

the hymns and litanies we used to sing

A faith snatched by salacious needs

vanquished the very essence of her seeds

Severed our link with the Petrine throne

cut adrift in a heretical sea of bone

where the tenets of faith no longer sown

Pilgrimages and sacraments misunderstood

statues, icons and candles burnt as wood

New tenants now the custodians of faith

but caretakers of our folorn Christian face

The tide now slowly turns to the reverse

to establish anew a Church of old

one so quickly and readily sold