The world in focus stirs the heart,
Each crystal edge fitted with the rays,
It gleans and litters on the street,
They light the tumbling colours of the crowds,
That bob along sandstone canals,
To see the morning light on ancient bricks,
To race the birds to fragrant soil and work the earth.

Dull ache turns sharp,
When I stir now awake,
Long creak like bark,
A long rest now I seek,
Lord make my heart,
Turn so firmly to you,
Lord make my heart,
More dependant on you.

A deep dive into the ocean of my thoughts,
Rolling waves neatly hedge in the deep with a compassionate hug,
A salty impression tickles the nose and calms the heart,
Under the surface coral blues violently mesh and fold into one with deep indigo,
Sublime scaffolding pokes out from the midnight blue, obscured,
Holding together and structuring the origami currents from the depths,
Contextualising and refining little swirls into whirlpools,
Deeper still a cry is heard,
Abba Father...
Down beneath the darkest shades of thought.