On Flanders Moss
I saw her walk towards me with the dawn
She moved through the plantation along the old railway line
Purpose and promise without sleepers
It took her about ten minutes from emergence to greeting
In the clearing, face to face
She spoke me with the familiarity of a pastor
She enquired about my journey , my hometown and my day
I told her I was going to walk the Forth to Easter Offerance
She told me it was terribly wet and that I should go easy.
She was worthy and uncomplicated
Like a pilgrim, like a holiday
The lady on the Moss
Had taken the new bridge from Aberfoyle
She had bought blessings and Fresh bread
The clouds were clearing
And hope in spate
She said the river is the source of everything
We wished each other well
Parted
And went on our ways
Sunday, 17 August 2008
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