King Harold lies outside the Abbey Walls
A simple grave at Waltham in green lawns
Yet Waltham Cross is ugly and appals
King Harold lies outside the Abbey Walls
A simple grave at Waltham in green lawns
Yet Waltham Cross is ugly and appals
Loneness hurts
When contact is too painful
We see great clouds hanging
The sky is full of water
But. the sun shines in its own way
Thst is all we can do
Behind her mask
She smiles secret smiles
Let all be blessed
As the sun rises .
We can’t see but we know