SUNDAY
DAWN
-
Des Dillon (U.K.)
One early Sunday morning in
the sunny
month of May the radio sang
remember
Jesus and Jesus sang remember
me.
I pressed along that lonely
track
and wound and gained in height
and felt as if
I’d left my body sleeping in
the night.
And brought my soul to fly
along this winding
single trail – with the pines
bent back and whispering
Hail! Hail! Hail! I searched
that sky
for confirmation that we had
not been left
this Vale Of Tears. I saw a moment’s shining glory
but snapped back to a Tesco
lorry
roaring earthly goods to the
living and the dead
receding in a cloud of dust
and know that God had fled.
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