From the miles of flatness and the fens
Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands
Everyone can see this floodlit site
When the moon is out and there is night.
I saw it through the window as I turned
It’l struck me down with beauty never earned.
As I lay surprised upon the stair
I absorbed the beauty I saw there.
Should we worship beauty such as this?
It strikes us with a hammer not a kiss
How my heart speaks 