16 august 2025
ten extra minutes You were there Lord
tourists tread these stones
which have heard a thousand years of prayer
and today You are still with us
present, silent, crowned in glory
there on the altar.
in the corner a young priest sits
one or two stare at you
others tourists do not know
that they are treading on holy ground
in Your presence
they are awed but not by You
by the ancient stone, carvings
eaten by salty air these thousand years.
but You crept into my heart Lord
I was here 20 years ago and
sheltered here little knowing
that You had seen my sorrowful heart
which You turned through these years
into a joyful one.
Leaving I come into August's heat
the market, crowed , milling,
loud music.
if only they knew that a great King
was waiting for them.
few will hear His call
because it is silent.
Amen
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