If anyone declares for me in the presence of men.
The son of man will declare for him in the presence of angels.
We have to speak out again and again.
To be heard by the heavenly archangels.

I was walking in my parents steps in Bletchley Park.
Passing through the huts they worked in .
They were there eighty years ago making their mark.
To the allies’ ultimate win.

They never talked about it.
Sworn as they were to silence.
Here was wartime true grit.
Yet a place of knowledge not violence.

Thus the distant past still had echos.
The sound waves coming in highs and lows.

…….

Can we feel the past
Only in such faint echos
But it is still there.

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See Luke 12 : 8-12