Pilgrim Daisies
Station Island, April 2020
April light on the empty path.
The bare trees in silhouette.
Bell tower and St Mary’s
in profile against the sun.
But I look again and I see…
This path is not empty.
Here are the daisies, lifting up
their humble heads to the light.
For now they have the Island
almost to themselves
as they set out towards the Beds,
no one ahead of them in the queue.
Sooner or maybe later,
in God’s good time,
they will have feet
to follow them.
“God bless the grass
that grows through the cracks.”
– a folk-hymn that we sang
in the sixties. A song of hope.