The west window in the church here in Wye was destroyed by a landmine (on a parachute) in the Second World War and was replaced by these wonderful panels showing the agricultural seasons, a plough-team vanishing, a red tractor - a moment in time, with much unchanged.
This poem celebrates the beauty of these windows and the college Cardinal Kempe founded in 1447 that has helped many people in many lands. I hope you enjoy it.
Wishing you a peace-filled Advent. - Roberto
SINCE ancient saints went flying,
As every ploughman vanished,
Our Eden's apples ripen,
Small single sails of oast house,
Red squirrel, crocus, magpie,
Since fourteen forty-seven,
These clouds will journey always,
- 01 xii 2015