Where the Alter is Not, In a Time of Locked Churches

Where the Alter is Not, In a Time of Locked Churches

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
Beneath the sacred dust of Walsingham

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
Heart-hidden, even if we have forgotten

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
In a mother’s prayers for her errant sons

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
Somewhere in the ruins of a holy house

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
In the sunlit chapels of English verse

Where the Altar is not, it still must be
In Our Lady’s loving care – and so are we

 

Original Poetry