in
Cavendish1
Square...
I
see the walking people pause to search
The
shelves and racks, to find the perfect gift.
I
sense the deep heart-longing as they sift
Through
what's on view and who they love, to lurch
From
this to that, reluctant to besmirch
The
value of relationship with thrift;
Intensely
seeking, vaguely longing, drift
To
celebration, perhaps to annual church.
We
need our “festive seasons”, different days
That
make humanity; yet there behind
It
all, desire Light within the haze
Of
lights; and as we wander through the maze
Of
fable, feast and fun we hope to find
Some
Presence, centre for our wonder-blaze.
2008
1Cavendish
Square: a shopping mall
