Chalice well and its gardens

A stillness and tranquility
Meets the traveller who
Stumbles on this resting place
Hushed and calm the view
Sweeps away before thee
With its harmony aloft
A breathing space a reposeful face
Where everywhere feels soft

In Well house lane this sanctuary
Its sabbatical of sorts
In the vale of Avalon
A great sharing of thoughts
A pilgrimage for anyones
Recuperation and
Reviving and restoring
One can feel a gentle hand

Leaning in towards us
In amongst the glorious flowers
The lions heads fountain quietly roars
Delivering for hours
Its throughly sacred water
That is so thirst quenching too
At 250,000 gallons a day
All good and true

Slow down,just sit and rest awhile
The vesica pisces pool
The solace one finds all about
A reunion to all
True responsiveness and intuition
Drives the traveller on
Its vibrant and effusive
And not until you have gone

Will that overwhelming feeling
Leave you, I can say
The water cold and sparkling
From an aquifer away
In the lower levels
Of the Pennard sands to where
The secrets and the magick gathers
Mixing with the air

Between the Tor and chalice Hill
Where great yews stand sublime
Where so much inspiration lurks
To expose you to the time
To expose you to the mystery
The inscrutable of smiles
Practice your affirmations
To so last out the miles

Of going home or elsewhere
Leaving it all behind
The holy well the chalice shop
The nicest shop you will find
Waving to the red spring
A female deity
It be the essence of true life
And its place in Glastonbury