Last Sunday

Poem by Jenny Gateau

To Harvey Gillman

Last Sunday I was
prompted by love and truth
to read out your poem ‘Gloria’
for it seemed particularly apt.
Walking to our Meeting House
in the keen east wind,
I’d passed the bus stop, next bus
fifty minutes hence.

There I met God awaiting,
frail and tired and very old
as you might expect.
He gladly agreed the best plan
was to wait within our nearby warm and
hallowed circle until the bus came;

the glory all around today in
the splendour of a simple small thing.

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