Sonnet

I the light have come into the world.
So that whoever believes in me may not stay in the dark anymore.
I was in a dreamworld.
Perhaps here and there a little snore.

Against trouble, I was asking for an intercession.
And by chance I turned to St Alphege’s interception.
Dead for a thousand years, could I ask him the question.
Strangely I felt a reception.

I felt I was being listened to.
And there was an atmosphere of contentment.
Maybe it was just a dream too.
But maybe here was some kind of presentment.

You never know when to a saint you pray.
What if anything they will say.

Haiku

You pray to a saint
You may not know they hear
There is an echo