So endeth the legend creating,
but begineth the work of love.
Taken out on dusty streets,
he fell but no-one knew.
The power of his will goes on,
building a sacred holy space.
Wished to go without rewards,
his wishes sadly untimely granted.
And here we see a godly one,
carved deep in masoned stones.
Recognised in every detail,
the grace of how he lived for love.
Take a look into the air,
he falls upon us in majesty.
Hands of god who carved a place,
for meek and poor alike to rest.
Gaudi breathed such hope to us,
Sharp his intellect and raw his care,
for detailing the beauty of earth.
We who witness all this love,
shall leave here feeling awe.
The heavens gifted us a son,
to show what meaning carries us.
Fault is ours if we ignore,
the message written here so clear.
Light was shinning from his heart,
to brighten roads we walk in fear.
Illuminating the power we dread to own
and let into our stricken souls.
Here in this temple, grace to god,
one man drew attention unto love.
Focusing our eyes and minds,
to see into the realms of peace.
Honour be, the power of love and light,
Homage to Antoni Gaudi I Cornet.