A Heavenly Purr

Surrounded by silent green fields
the stone corridors still whisper
with echoes that the walls yield.
"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr.

The stone corridors still whisper
At the Monastery Sainte-Mere.
Tumbled rocks and thorns abound,
but God certainly is alive there.

With echoes that the walls yield,
watchful the faithful walk around.
Under errant knights’ shields,
They were cut down; worthless curs.

"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr,
faithful blood fell in these fields
As the monks and monsignor watched
Upon the teetering stone stair.

The stone corridors still whisper,
a wild rabbit leaps and bounds.
In a place broken and in despair,
Once again silence surrounds.

Surrounded by silent green fields,
the stone corridors still whisper
with echoes that the walls yield.
"Hallelujah," a soft heavenly purr.