Saturday, September 18, 2010


Stepbrother to the Raven, I
Croak forth a dry refrain,
On little food, and little water, I
Am set to strain.
But though my limbs are fastened
My mind is free,
The cries of birds - God fashioned -
Suffice for me.
For He who sees each sparrow,
Fall from the endless blue,
The toad beneath the harrow,
Sees those in chains too.

Another old poem from the archives: this is dated 15/05/1985.
I was a christian then.

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