| Harassed by luck,he asked for Grace |
| Pass the bureaucrat and enter the lounge bar |
| Harassed by flying sorrows he swam ashore |
| The path of least persistence beckoned gently |
| You pay as you grow at the garden soul centre |
| Pay the whipped dervishes later |
| Pray for the piper and wail the tune |
| Pray and view at Benediction |
| Playback with a touch too much |
| He was hurled before the Divine like an old Tudor brick |
| Belief in God was recovered after many aeons |
Asked for grace
Published
How my heart sings 