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Southbank 29.3.14

Where are you in all this din -

            All the crowds who push and shove

            No time for manners, less for love -

No chance to see where we begin

To sense that life is more than speed

            More than early morning meetings,

            Faster food, half-hearted greetings,

More than work, the grasp, the greed.

Yet, if you are ever present,

            Ever wakeful at my side,

            I don't need the turning tide,

The gentle dawn or midnight's crescent,

To rekindle thoughts of praise,

            To illuminate my day

            And set me back upon the Way

For, even in chaos, you raise

My soul, to know that you are here,

            Within the cities beating heart,

            In every building, every part,

As close as whispered bedtime prayer.

Brian Hick 29.3.14

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