Didn't I see the sheep?
So beautiful and pure
Grazing as though in Heaven
So peaceful and secure:
In the distance a mountain
So lovely to behold
perhaps as a graceful fountain
sometime made of gold:
For was it not thus
this rock of St Michel so?
For us,
looking as from below?
The Heavens must have gazed down upon
us this day
For it had been raining all upon the
way-
A beautiful place
this saintly abode
Mont St Michel
The Angels sing:
Heaven's grace could surely
not find another
of beauty and harmony
graceful in each other;
This life, this love
enduring spirit
Mont St Michel
Shines as from above:
for it was in June
I visited this place;
the Sun shone down
upon its face:-
come late after noon:
Majesty, beauty
so rare, so unseen
Graces from Heaven
a celestial Queen;
For this was a place
I always wished to see
My hope, my esprit,
My reason to be-
for God in his mercy
Looked down upon me-
I came to Mont St Michel
with hope in my heart
to be inspired
right from the start;
Beauteous gardens
do wrap around me
Old stone walls
do surround me;
Garlands of flowers
do cry out to the sea
The measure of beauty
is unknown to thee;
whispering trees
bedecked and unknown
Stand shivering
in lees
golden and blown;
This beauteous monument
flings wild its charms
Joan of Arc, Saint Michael
the free;
Praying for more of wonders
to see;
A chapel beholden
The spirit emboldened
This wondrous place
A haven of grace;
Came from above
to render its place;
A miracle
wrought to be;
In dazzling light
splendour bright
a silvery show
glistening reflections
of a sea and sky bow.