St. Etheldreda

The prism of stained glasses shines in your glory.
The colour of pink reflects your tenderness.

You were a woman before a saint.
You, as a princess, lived a fairly tale.
You tied the knot to serve your husband.
You found no Paradise in your fairly tale.

Taking a vow to serve the one above,
You built a convent with your passion.
You sought and fought for something divine.

A power of woman stood before men
kneeling to pray for salvation.
Bestowed with belief, you kept praying.

Your chapel tells a story of your conquest;
a remain of Cambridgeshire in the alien city
served as a shelter for strayed clergymen,
and strove to live through difficult times.

You were a woman before a saint.
You, as a princess, lived a fairly tale.
You found no Paradise in your fairly tale
until you found it at last, in Heaven.