Train Times


I hear sirens wailing around me
I don’t know where
and then there is honking
and the train robot is speaking to me
telling me what is coming next on this platform
but we don’t ever really know what is coming do we?
even when you try to nail the minutes
there can be
delays
interruptions
c h a n g e
and I’m looking at all the faces mirrored on the platform across from me
going in the opposite direction
and their train comes
even though I’ve been waiting
waiting
waiting
wait
and I think this is maybe a good analogy
for Christianity
the
e n d u r a n c e
even in the temporary
and
p e r s e v e r a n c e
even when performance beckons this side of eternity
but the form is losing form
tone, no
lone, so
p a t i e n c e
is priceless
when
there are sirens
and lies
and i hope
no one dies
before they realise
that life isn’t a strive
for pennies of success
but there is more
and it’s not that robot voice
but another voice
one that whispers
a word that endures
a word that is alive
and
I wonder
if others care
or dare
b e l i e v e
and
then
my train arrives
goodbye
bye
but
I’m stuck here
internally screaming
and weeping
my joy is not for a season
It’s contentment
a constant releasing
and
this rejoicing
is my voicing
my praise every day
as sin tries to squeeze me
but I’m not giving in easy

and i remember
his suffering for me
and set my mind
on the end of suffering
when i will breathe my last
a glorious gasp
sighing or singing
my salvation keeping
until
the trumpet blasts


Respond from the Heart

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