BRAVE

I'm not very well today. It came on yesterday: a kind of weak, sore throat and it hasn't left me since. I had the shivers overnight, I didn't sleep too well, and I had to call in sick this morning.

So today I've been lying in bed, over-thinking everything. I'm supposed to be going to Cardiff tomorrow. Hope I'm well enough to get moving. I have been praying, though I do find it much easier to pray for healing for other people than I do for myself. There might be all sorts of reasons why that should be.

I did finish another poem though. It's about being brave. 

The great writer, Osbert Sitwell once said: "Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat."

I don't have a cat, so on this occasion (and if you don't mind) you will have to do. Meow.

Brave

I'm scared God

Really scared

About this journey

That I'm on

About the path

That stretches long

Into the great

Unknown

I'm scared God

Unprepared but

Not because

You won't be there because

I know that you'll be there

And I won't be

Alone

I'm scared God

Really scared, that

I am not the best of me, that

I might miss

What you can see

And I won't make it

Home

I am scared God

Yes I'm scared

But the storm must

Understand

Who it is that holds my hand

Who will whisper in the deep

And defend me as I sleep

Who will rescue

Who will save

When my heart is

Far from brave, who

Shall not fail nor let me go

Yes the wind

Yes the water

Yes my soul

Yes I know