Last Sunday

Poem by Jenny Gateau

'There I met God awaiting, frail and tired and very old as you might expect.' | Photo: by Marius Matuschzik on Unsplash

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.

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