The bleak mid-winter

An echo carries a secret song,
Beyond the silent bridge of stone,
Built to stand completely alone,
On foundations simple and strong,
Yet spanning the water below,
With a grace born only in air,
Giving flight to footsteps with care,
How else could such beauty show?

The water hears the music’s heart,
And sends a sympathetic touch,
Through the cold of winter’s clutch,
So earth and sky shall never part,
Let tomorrow come as it surely must
On wings that beat such a melody,
That we not only hear but also see,
How stone can crumble and iron rust.

Then the world will be wreathed in smiles,
No horizon hinder a thought,
Yet all within a web be caught,
As hope rises from these fair Isles
With glory into an endless sky,
And dawn breaks all barrier walls,
When simple love mankind recalls,
Echoes of the question why will die.