In justice I shall behold thy face.
I shall be filled with the vision of your glory.
How, despite every search can we find grace.
Where will it end, our story.

I was waiting for what I deemed was a vital phone call.
So I sat right at the back of the Cathedral for mass.
Of course I couldn’t hear anything apart from the traffic’s mall.
Why do we think the world comes first, it’s so crass.

I pray I can be like a small child.
Maybe fidgeting but present.
Those worries deeply away filed.
Past and future neither borrowed or lent.

Too late I walked to the front.
Other distractions now blunt.

Haiku

Be like the children
Not worrying about past
Or even future