The sculptor's hand compressed my body
into strict lines and low relief.

But my soul is as round as the O in my name
and as full of the joy and the awe.

I lie in meagre parallels of stone
stiffened by centuries, whittled by time.

But my life is as full as the Grace I proclaim.
I walked here once like you.

My breath is God's and my work was God's,
For God I have given up my face.

My crozier and bible bear witness, my life
found some merit with those of my time,

for a time. But time can grow careless and pinching.
Only my brocket still keeps my feet warm.

Eternity moves in an austere line
But I know my soul is an O.

Osanna is singing in stone in the abbey
Osanna is singing Hosanna.
Penny Harper
Location: Church Drive