Years turn their page
Patiently the author
Writes fresh dreams long- hand
On the scrumpled sheets of lives
Quill or fountain pen or comic sans
The story comes to light
Word writes words
Erasing life's blots and scribbles
The future pulls in her skirts
Rounds the corner
To dance or teeter
With reckless hope
Who knows, only a Holy Spirit sketches
Such lines, such movements, such faith!
The Revd Barbara Glasson
