RIME

Da dah!

We wake to your glory, great one!

You’ve bejewelled everything,

Transforming the ordinary.

And I’ve got to say.

It’s miraculous

And beautiful.

But the ordinary still gets my vote:

Looking harder to see the divine

In a black thorn,

Finding God in clay,

Blades of grass,

A fir cone.

In other words,

We don’t need your glad rags

To start in.

Anyone, sing.

Anyone, go and look.

Anyone, put a pen to a white page.