This morning I lay abed,
Clocks waking me too soon
To be radio jacked
By the Baptists of Solihull
Whose mission was come
To clamber into bed with me.
I heard their call
Evangelical of zeal
Being sent to spread
The good news
No doubt with cymbal
And with trumpet blast,
As the psalmist might say
Then did I
Being from sleep untimely snatched
And turning to the autumn sky
Did solace seek
And in my silence listen
To the voice that comes with prayer
And so to know again
I have within me what I seek.
Given time and quiet
He will be given to me
In the still small voice of calm.
I could not help but feel
With all those sharp delivered words
The meaning
Did all but slip away.
Softly closing a door behind it
To taste the tang of Autumn in the air.
JL Oct 30 2011
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