Broken but not lost

Standing in the ruin of a religious past
The mission, the story, the decay
Stone clinging to stone, the abbey,
a centre of something strong, something gone.

Walls feet thick, broken and lost
Remanants and battlements, standing proud
Fractures and fissures, fallen angles
A centre of power, of peace and people.

Gravestones, tables and plaques
Telling of people long gone, families
Sharing a piece of Moravia, a sacred space
The writing there long after the memories

Old and new, the historic and the recent
Flyers encased in their last stand
Preserving our skies for peace, for freedom
To see and share the sky no more

The vision of greatness lost to all, Preserved lightly
Remind us of the prior, the present and yet to come
Were here, are here and will be
Long after we are but dust and dim memories