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
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