─ haiku ─
From Small World
Under a broken sky
the countryside to the horizon
the green of new leaves
Those championship days
with all to play for the county
alive with colour
An ordinary day
a resident of the town
carried to the grave
I am who I am
in the image of God as you
are and everyone else
In a troubled world
this shining star is the hope
of all everywhere
Leaving the main road
the endless din of traffic
the by-roads in spring
Perhaps a mystic
the homeless man who just smiled
watching the clock move
A life beyond time
the person you are spirit
in the eyes of God
For all its worth
a thrush sings from a tree-top
the sun going down
For those out of doors
and without a home a prayer
to God to shield them
The same expression
year after year of the cross
in a small grave-yard