Night outside the rusty, blue Datsun,
bucking along uneven bog-roads,
oncoming headlights dazzle,
spot-lit dark car interior,
red-tail lights heel-kicking
in wing mirrors.
Scattered distant cottage lights twinkle,
stars shine from dark country skies.
Holy illumination lit-up the ramshackle car,
Word-sparked, petrol flammable fellowship.
Sentimental and sweet, spiritual songs
sung out of tune but with tongues of fire,
all of us electrified with eternity’s energy.
Onward, off-key these soldiers drove
hooting the horn in time to the tunes:
pilgrim travellers, taking the edge off autumn.
Later, brotherly loved bloomed
in cottage kitchen: prayer parted lips,
praise-baptised, heaven-hungry hearts sang;
guitar-driven gospel songs embroidered infinity,
ribboned tambourines syncopated rhythms,
ceili accordian accompanied melodies.
A kettle merrily steamed on the stove,
shy children spied, half-hidden behind parents,
a careful cat gingerly paced bare concrete floor;
I comically clapped dog paws in time to the tunes.
Daisy ecstatically grinned, heaven-bound and holy.
Those cottage walls hugged us tightly,
we drank strong tea & ate plain biscuits:
all delighting in the fresh tang of eternity…
“….were not our hearts burning within us while
He talked with us on the road….” Luke 24: 32