In the Marsh a Desert

At the mouth of the creek
That drains out to the fleet
I went praying, walking on the wall

To my right, warbling larks
To my left, muddy marsh
Bright behind me, burning blackthorn blooms

Ghosting past
A cross for his mast
Saint Cedd rides
Blessing the tide

On my heart: empty pews
Bolted doors, fonts unused
Hands not held, Psalms left unsung

So I ask Cedd for peace
Staring out to the east
Past his chapel and into nought

Seeking port
By the shore fort
Cedd arrives
Blessing the tide

From that same troubled sea
Wash up foe and missionary
Chapels rise and chapels fall

May the withdrawing roar
Thunder back to this shore
As the spring tide rushes on

Sailing home
Cedd stands alone
At the stern
Watching the tide turn

Roll in again...



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Simpkins
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