Lord, do you want us to call down fire.
To burn them up.
But he rebuked their ire.
And they went to another village to sup.

The light over the sea turned black.
A storm raged in with biting rain.
I walked back grateful for my mack.
This total isolation was my gain.

I took refuge in Pentireglaze.
The orchard’s apples ripening.
The sea’s rage lost to all gaze.
The herb garden contentedly sowing.

And now a glorious sunset rose over the tillage.
I walked in my mind slowly to another village.

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Black over the sea.
Rushing towards the shoreline
Retreat then homewards

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See Luke 9:51-56