“Come to me” he said

“If the turning wheel has broken you”

So I staggered in his direction

“Sit with me” he said

“And we will sip tea

And soak a careful biscuit while

Occasionally raising a listening eyebrow

And enjoying that communal space

When words find rest

In silence.”

And perhaps our dreams will dance in the firelight

For a while this room will be the universe

And it will be possible to believe

In starflight

“Or perhaps it is enough,” he said

“Just to rest.”

For he was gentle

And humble

Of heart

Matthew 11:28-30