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Clutter

I can hear a creaking
A groaning from the joists
Pipes and drains are leaking
Floor boards are tearing loose

Can you smell the horsehair plaster
Stripping off from lath?
This could bring disaster
Or perhaps could clear a freedom path
 
There’s a time for all things
The good book says
To reap, to weep, to build, to sing
To mourn a while before moving on

The marshal yards are empty now
And the cranes stand fixed and rusty
The shipyards moved to other towns
And the churches all lie
Empty

Lord teach me to move like water
Running from these mountains
Tear out my feet from concrete shoes
And dance me till I flutter

For freedom comes to those who find
Your keys amongst our clutter

 
Prayer room, Dunoon pier, 2006.