Dorset Coast

Coastal path

Yesterday there was a pilgrimage

From Golden Cap to Lyme: we missed it.

We walked the route anyway, puffing 

Up hills, loving the summits, treading

Carefully down, striding the flat and

Counting flowers- 33 species,

But always watching the silver sea.

God was not forgotten, he was there

In every glance and pause for wonder.

  

Brilliance
Night was falling fast
The cliffs were looming
Dark, when suddenly
One section glowed warm
Orange: the lost sun's
Dying rays brought glory.
For a few moments
It transcended all.

St Gabriel's Chapel

An outline of what was, once, remains:

Four stubby walls, open to the sky

A Gothic doorway, with cows beyond.

There's little for the imagination: 

A small church whose congregation 

Are long unremembered. Only faith

Finds God here now, but old prayers

- and new- keep the space holy.