Preamble

The bramble is in bloom
The yellow gorse there’s yards and yards of it
The rain speckled rambler
Walks with a smile as he ambles on through

Pathways as followed by the monks of old
Today’s there story is told
From our most modern abbey among
The twisted vines and the waves of lavender

In the bookshop we may read of retreats
Buy Aristotle’s thoughts on happiness
See the gentle people congregate
Smiles in their eyes, and softly spoken voices

Back on the moors
Back among the magnificent vistas
A thousand years
A million miles

The beauty brings alive the eyes and ears
The traveller thanks his lucky stars
Nature has many more surprises
The river rises in a flash spring spate

Meditation in stained glass surrounds
Bound to a backdrop of gift and glory
Be your brother’s keeper
Contribute towards his seeker

Sunshine and showers
Photographs of flowers; reach peace, touch love
Be there, just be immersed in adsorption
Be alive among the bramble of the preamble