*Before April*I watch and wait besidethe relics of St Bruno.My hands are ready rubbed,fighting off the chill of early morning,but I feel inwardly warmedAnd glad to savour the incensewhich wafts around in smog-like clouds.Piped music reaches the inner ear(or it may be Tinnitus).Man! You factor all kinds ofweed in your garden.Flaky husbandry,reamed and tampered into youroh! so little bowl.Blend yourself, and take a leafout of the Gardener’s Book.(C) David Grieve 2007
Ten years or more of Higher Education, 7 years of Ordained Ministry in the Church of England... and now I'm managing to combine both, parish priest and university chaplain. It's a wonderful life. (Oh yes it is!)