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
Trains make these rails
sing with life.
Go out into all the world
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.”