By Pastor Linda Clifford-Hayes
September 2016
I hear the heart of the clock in the sunlit room and upper chamber
I hear leaves fall as the wind rushed by
I hear doors opening and slamming , within institutional walls
I long for the noise and sound of the return of our Lord
Watchman, O watchman
What of hour ?
Watchman , O watchman
will He come today ?
This, my current reality is deafening
Tick tock, tick tock
Dead, droll, dismal, hum drum
Stifled , muzzled , held down
I long to wake…
I see
Men scurrying, busy, businesses busy bodies , in and out
Overtures, covertures, undercurrents , cross current and contrary winds
I see
The hidden, the sad, the lost ,
Toss, turn , can’t get up
I see, derision, deception, denial
The black glove of treachery
Veiled and vex responses,
In the Name of children, or in the Name of the cross
I see , the using of gestures and making of gimmicks
to woo and to whet the soul
I see a fools parody
time wasting , prancing and parading
Nice people on behalf of children but
Tick tock, tick tock
missing the point …
of much needed remedy
We need ,
Two tier, three tier , multi dimensional twisting of ‘the sword that pierces’
This way, that way, Suture the canker , Let the tears fall , Let burdens roll, LoOSe the prisoner from his pain and despair.
Watchman O watchman
What of the hour?
Watchman O watchman
When shall I Wake ?