Travelling the Virgin
Travelling the Virgin
(On the way from Holyhead to Hemel Hempstead on “Virgin Trains”)
Window seat in unknown carriage
opposite the woman in pink
deaf and blind to all around
immersed in her Ipod and book.
I retreat into my laptop
randomly gazing at England
passing by my window.
It’s too bright on the other side
and the blinds are down.
We pass through Ashton.
Through my ear plugs
Ikon praises the dance
that builds community
and makes me whole.
I am drawn into the Celtic spirit
Centred, slowed down
This small God moment.
Long seedy grass blown back
by our relentless journey to Euston:
muddied work site fenced in by barbed wire
berry laden trees hedging over wire barrier
undulating English pasture and neatly ploughed fields
rivers, towns small and large
concrete creations stamped into the earth
narrow boats and caravans parked waiting
the next urban escapee.
Each picture passes by to Ikon’s mellow tunes
surrounded by greens and browns,
and songs of sweet deliverance
Woman and child behind the seat ahead
playfully try to stay calm
to last this journey through together
Young couple immersed in each other
in their love and lust
oblivious to the student essaying in front
who only sees her books and notes
and all they represent of her life.
Love travels the virgin
We pause by four empty coke bottles
nine empty aluminium cans
scattered rubbish
and three rabbits chewing the track side grass
tastiest bits only
Set aside by others on their journey
icons into our present
In this God moment
I breathe in deeply
God in love with each
touching lightly a smile for each.
I travel the Virgin
(On the way from Holyhead to Hemel Hempstead on “Virgin Trains”)
Window seat in unknown carriage
opposite the woman in pink
deaf and blind to all around
immersed in her Ipod and book.
I retreat into my laptop
randomly gazing at England
passing by my window.
It’s too bright on the other side
and the blinds are down.
We pass through Ashton.
Through my ear plugs
Ikon praises the dance
that builds community
and makes me whole.
I am drawn into the Celtic spirit
Centred, slowed down
This small God moment.
Long seedy grass blown back
by our relentless journey to Euston:
muddied work site fenced in by barbed wire
berry laden trees hedging over wire barrier
undulating English pasture and neatly ploughed fields
rivers, towns small and large
concrete creations stamped into the earth
narrow boats and caravans parked waiting
the next urban escapee.
Each picture passes by to Ikon’s mellow tunes
surrounded by greens and browns,
and songs of sweet deliverance
Woman and child behind the seat ahead
playfully try to stay calm
to last this journey through together
Young couple immersed in each other
in their love and lust
oblivious to the student essaying in front
who only sees her books and notes
and all they represent of her life.
Love travels the virgin
We pause by four empty coke bottles
nine empty aluminium cans
scattered rubbish
and three rabbits chewing the track side grass
tastiest bits only
Set aside by others on their journey
icons into our present
In this God moment
I breathe in deeply
God in love with each
touching lightly a smile for each.
I travel the Virgin
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