The burning stubble , earth’s deep fires

1. Oh,doctor I  have a brought a sample
   I hope you will find it ample
   There is no coffee left today
   Drink my sample, then we’ll pray

   If I’ve got a new infection
   Can’t you give me more protection?
   My immune system’s  gone on away
   And I have to write a Play

   No Shakespeare  am I as yet
   No bookmaker’s taking bets
   But if I write a sonnet new
   What will all the critics do?

   Meantime I get up at night
   Stumble to the bathroom bright
   I don’t know why my pee’s  so green
   Now it is aquamarine

   Green the sea at Hythe in Kent
   Down the Saxon cliffs we went
   The burning stubble , earth’s deep fires
   The inner work  that purifies

   Steep,steep road in our old car
   Smoke around us  where we were
   From the depths my soul cries out
   The cry is answered , do we  doubt?

   As we reach the lowness deep
   In our conscious mind we weep
   When we touch the lowest place
   We will    feel, angelic grace
   
   So the symbol  of  deep fires
   Filled my mind as we drove by
   Glory , for the Burning Bush
   Burned again  as stubble’s crushed

Destruction  of all our intent
Is itself a  sacrament
For it makes an empty space
Where  new creation can take place