Saturday, 17 December 2016


This poem came about after a personal encounter with someone this week.


The hour glass trickles strength away
Life is at the borderland of dreams
Now comes the hour, parting way
Now time to drink of living streams

The tide is rising, the ship set sail
And uncharted oceans lie ahead
Now is the journey, quest for Grail
Now is the time of wine and bread

Bells toll from church spire tall
Mist among graves, burial rite
Now is the time of judgement call
Now into dark and deepest night

Now rise like eagles born on wings
And hear the joy when Mary sings

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