Pilgrim Daisies

Station Island, April 2020

April light on the empty path.

The bare trees in silhouette.

Bell tower and St Mary’s

in profile against the sun.

But I look again and I see… 

This path is not empty.

Here are the daisies, lifting up

their humble heads to the light.

For now they have the Island

almost to themselves

as they set out towards the Beds,

no one ahead of them in the queue.

Sooner or maybe later,

in God’s good time, 

they will have feet

to follow them.

“God bless the grass

that grows through the cracks.”

 – a folk-hymn that we sang  

in the sixties.  A song of hope.