Muddy Waters




While history charge on
Mad plunge of doomed humanity
Pouring over crags of grey & blasted stones
Onto the shores of lost hope
& Frustrated opportunity

I spy a glimmer
Faint light midst swirl of chaos
but down I drive.
Faint heart swept on strange current
Saved from fates of death that twist & clamour all around.

Drawn on weakly as if toward some goal
at last I see, but dimly up ahead
The well of Christ
And now my own will must I use
So nearer do I come & sure enough

Amongst this senseless life & endless calling;
All to death though it had seemed;
Is Paradise - or promise of -
Through passage small and narrow
The plughole of salvation.
-- by Michael Foord, November 1998

Written at a dark time of my life, but not the very darkest and there was some light.

"Imagine the best in a situation, the very best. Visualise, feel for it, look for it. And sometimes, just sometimes, you'll see a glint. Almost a spark. And it's not just your imagination. Or at least something of your dream is reflecting off something out there."

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