Who sees the dark flames?
In Ardingly Chapel
night gathers in
as a host of young people
stand at the altar
of a blind vision.
Who sees the workings
of transformation?

Stand on the green field,
children of Ardingly.
Who hears an avalanche
in the firm soil?
Who seeks to know of
the difference a day makes
in Nature’s long distance?
What time is on trial?

One moment, one lesson,
one breath of awareness,
and the dark flames are lit
again and again.
May we at Ardingly
honour a mystery,
take in our days here
a precious step on.

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