CERTAIN OF ASYLUM
I’m climbing the breeze of home welcome
Amidst the philanthropist’s charm
They will not do deeds that would help them
They’d rather indulge in self harm.
The whisker between two themes racing
Can hardly be said to exist
So kindliness means “ self effacing!”
And charity’s purpose is missed!
Feasting is ample escaping
It offers deliverance and calm
From all things routine in the making
We’re back on the opiate farm.
Shouting and laughing and guessing
We’re rueful when we reminisce
But phantom wounds heel without dressings
They are mended with time’s silent kiss.
So warming and savouring the invite
We hope we can do the same back
The flavour of mercy gives insight
Which is something that most of us lack
TIM SANSOM 22ND FEBURARY 2007.
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