‘Inside, inside!’, the Song Bird cried;
inviting me to go within.
So sweet across the great divide,
I heard It softly calling.

‘But how’, I asked ’should I begin?’
‘which road am I to follow?’.
‘Fear not’, It sang, ‘go in, go in’,
‘I will be there to guide you’.

At first just He, then He and me,
then He alone therein I find.
My soul in burst and flying free,
I live for Him and serve mankind.

Black morning.
Clouds, muggy and moody,
Smother the mouth
of the city.

Thousands of bodies
Slide to the grind,
Underground.
Faces straight and indifferent.
Lost
in folds of paper
and fatigue.

Walls plastered with
Where to go
What to wear
What to buy

Thousands of bodies,
Thousands of faces.

Each a different form
of an endless You.

Thank You,
You have shown me
The way to the well.
Where I can drink
When my mouth is dry.
Where I can bathe
When my skin is sullied.
Where I can be refreshed
When my eyes are weary.

The way to the well
Is strewn with stones.

The way to the well
Is the way home.

Fear, shadow-cage I daren’t face and fight,
though I thrust out against it with all of my might.
Sidestepped, I embrace the fear of fright,
and prison walls melt in That all-loving light.

Leap-frogging to a new life…
This world is but a play
And death, a change of scene.

Like sleep at day’s end
And fresh clothes in the morn,
So this body, vehicle for the soul,
Is utilised, spent
And discarded at dusk.

A new skin donned at dawn,
Ready for the promise
Of the new light of day.
A new opportunity
For the final leap home.