The light shines in the darkness.
And the darkness has not overcome it.
It shines and dispels all emptiness.
An eternal lamp is lit.
I stood by the running chalk stream.
Its notes quietly ringing.
An infinite consciousness stream.
The sound tingling, burbling.
In the city you do not see this light.
Running yet still, mindful.
Reflecting the pale winter twilight.
Calming , soulful.
The stream endlessly carries on.
We, we hope, endlessly carry on.
…..
The stream carries on
And we, we hope carryon
To light from twilight
……
See John 1: 1-18























