The Place

It glowed with the passage of time,
Bright, as with the glory of the Lord,
Exaggerating beauty burnt into the memory.
But the return finds television aerials,
Satellite dishes and mobile phone masts
Shrouding the past with the present,
Buried in the mists of confusion,
Until the eternal beams through,
Revealing the unending nature of presence
That endures beyond place or time
In the sacrament of the here and now,
Yet awaiting consummation
That some call final, but is only the start
Of a new beginning in an even better place.

October 2016