One hundred years the bell tolled on this hill
Where carters hauled their limestone to begin
The corbelled face, the apse and nave to build
To altar stone and mosaic lamb within.
It shared the birth time of the founding state,
The changing placenames of the streets below,
The passing congregations celebrate
As in procession benedictions go.
The shepherds tending, counted one by one,
The Gospel stories deeper meanings told,
The choirs voices raised in prayerful song,
A quiet place of refuge for the soul.
It welcomed every infant life begun,
And welcomed home again when day was done. |