Melrose Abbey, peregrinatio perpetua ...

I stood between broken columns, gazing upwards at the sky - 

A high window framed clouds and heaven - 

I remembered how grace might suddenly be bestowed - 

Swallows flew around the heads of lichened saints - 

Prayer drenched stone cast shadows upon the grass - 

I walked through the cloisters, now a haunt of butterflies -  

Peregrinatio perpetua I thought - each one of us walks towards the east - 

15.00

Wednesday 1 July 2015

Melrose Abbey