a prayer for saint david
brought forth
with a custer grin
on 6th century cliff top
into this pagan world
violent storms raging
from the surrounding sea
when we were new
i handed you a welsh dictionary
carried from oxford
over loose sheets
pembrokeshire passion play
you stood atop a hill that rose
so that my faithless ears could here you
your chant became my name
bishop with a dove
who saved me