Sacred Steps
As the lone figure digs atop the mountain
Below him we all rush around our furious networks
Like rodents round some squeaking wheel
Seldom stopping to wipe the sweat of sacred toil
He digs and he digs and digs
Lone plight for mass salvation
A stone stairway to his father
Each step formed with a thousand selfless prayers
Take a moment to look to the mountain
And wish strength for Father Lazarus to dig
© Giles Boulton 2010
As the lone figure digs atop the mountain
Below him we all rush around our furious networks
Like rodents round some squeaking wheel
Seldom stopping to wipe the sweat of sacred toil
He digs and he digs and digs
Lone plight for mass salvation
A stone stairway to his father
Each step formed with a thousand selfless prayers
Take a moment to look to the mountain
And wish strength for Father Lazarus to dig
© Giles Boulton 2010
Observer Creator
Truths like waves
Ever lapping, eroding
Nibbling each grain of doubt
Fine, finer
Over endless shifting time
Until dissolved to nothing
Finding patterns
Puzzle solving
Evolving modes of thought
All eyes
The observer
Creator
© Giles Boulton 2010
Truths like waves
Ever lapping, eroding
Nibbling each grain of doubt
Fine, finer
Over endless shifting time
Until dissolved to nothing
Finding patterns
Puzzle solving
Evolving modes of thought
All eyes
The observer
Creator
© Giles Boulton 2010