Where shore and country meet

I remember Arnside in the rain

I remember singing, country lanes

The joy of woods that run right to the shore

The happiness that makes the hearts deep core

Beyond imagination I was pulled

Staring from the Knott I saw the gulls

Tiny vultures, eagles flying low

Looking for drowned sheep upon the shore

Paradoxes contradictions faith.

Nothing living now will go to waste

Life and death, the host, the requiem mass

The living whole, the patient Death of God.