An Ode to Clapham Junction

Lithe electric tigers

Midsections thick with swaying bodies

Glide along, converging, diverging, a dance along the tracks

Hiss past Vauxhall and whoop into Clapham

Doorways gasp and heave out people

disgorging commuters as plenty more swarm

round their panting mouths,

waiting like fidgety flies for a carcass.

Rickety rumble from the Junction jungle

Ferrous fauna in a railway rainforest

Well-trodden trails

Trains make these rails

sing with life.


The Great Permission

Go out into all the world

make disciples

as I have shown you

But tread your own path

through the hayfields of life

And harvest what ye may

and whomever ye may find.


You have followed my lead, apprentices

But now you must graduate

But I will not leave you as orphans

I am with you in Spirit

And you will never be abandoned.

In John Lewis, in Argos, and unto the end of the retail park.

The Great Commission

is a release

The Shepherd lets out his sheep

To graze, roam & spread out over new pasture.

But it’s up to you which patch of grass you pick.

For freedom I have set you free, not religious tyranny.

“Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.

In the name of Christ, amen.”