Benches adorn a square of grass
Asleep by a public fountain
A tree stands as great as heaven
Chequered pattern dancing in the light
And not far from the old stone wall
Where paths and narrow porches
Decorate the shadows
And dance submerged in flint and glass
The earth lies flooded with glory
On a clear calm evening
In an act of praise
Abbey bells ring
For the dream becomes reality
Taste the bread of life
Accept the gift of grace
Sweet the moment immersed in love
For worship bursts with desire
