Sorrows

It is morning time
"When sorrows come
They come not single spies
But in battalions."
I see the sun shine
On their armour,
Black and silver grey
Shadows of the time to come.
We can only slip in silence
Through their ranks,
Return and look upon another day,
Raise a finger to the wind
Take the motion of the stars,
Set a course
Slip anchor
And as the Bretons say
The lord may take the helm
For his sea is great
And our ship is small
And pray that hope
May find a place in our heart.


JL June 29 Sts Peter & Paul. 12:56