There's a certain
Slant of light,
Winter
Afternoons –
That oppresses, like
the Heft
Of Cathedral
Tunes –
Well I have seen your slant of light,
On a winter afternoon
But I found freedom – not oppression –
In your cathedral tune
The shadows on the field
Wrote their hymnal on the Green
As the landscape listened
Death looked upon the scene
And I saw His face –
The shadows silent fell –
As I looked into his eyes
Your cathedral’s bell did knell.
My heart - it may be damaged,
Your heavenly hurt did scar;
But I see this scar in others
And in us, your freedoms are.
So go and tell the people,
Sing it loud and clear:
There’s a certain slant of light-
That you all should hear.
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