You can dress it up how you like
That statute of the Virgin under
That symbolic Cross of Roman torture
They look out across the dividing strait
Overlooking the slanted rocks
Formed millennia ago long before us
That's no young Christian god for me
It's ancient, spirits of ages long since Here; as sea beds rose, so did they.
Look, listen, eyes closed, body prone
In the deafening peace of the solitude.
Feel their pulse in the waves, light, sound.
Yes the Virgin stands with flowers there
See her, admire her for her pagan past
She is timeless nature, sublime and true.