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.