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Sunday, 27 December 2015

Saint John the Evangelist

He never leaves me,
though all others have gone.
He was there in the beginning
by the sea, on the mountain
in those two gardens.
He was there.

For though I am alone,
lost by this faithless sea;
all my friends have gone - my brother,
Peter, Andrew, His Mother
from those glorious days
all have gone.

Yet still he comes
on a Sabbath when bread is broken
when his Spirit again roars in
across ages and all space
to this far island
still he comes.

And I see my Lord
slain Lamb; eternal Word.
In spotless robes, as my life ends
and I wait for him to come
in glory - or for me leave.
He is here.

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