“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