Treasure Island

John Scully

(19th October 1947 / London)

A no more 'Glorious Destiny'


When death is trampled underfoot
and martyred flowers wither so,
it's time to be a Pilgrim
a Peter, James or John.

Chose the wrong gear to take
and select a time and place unknown,
but never give the journey up
for being a Pilgrim is the indwelling of the word.

Stretch out the heavens like a tent
listening to birds parading their repertoire,
for the cobweb-veiled fingers around the rosary beads
are those of the colonel-in-chief,
and my friend, don't hurry,
for you the Pilgrim, share the envy of the everlasting life.

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
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