train musings

the love of God

The water, like glass below, as we click clack
across the bridge,
the sky an endless parchment with
“The love of God”
written in a script of clouds.

My tiny form, beloved,
rattling in this carriage
from one end of the nation to the other
window seat J38 — reserved
just for me.

Purple fields of wildflowers and
early hay that’s been rolled into bales
small pockets of trees dotting the fields
no rise or hill in sight as we train through
these flat-field-covered Midlands.

Coldplay’s lyrics dancing across
my mind as I read MacDonald and
gaze thoughtfully out
my mud-speckled window,
and half listen to the conversation
behind me.

The love of God, so vast and wide
yet, as I rattle down this track 
I know I'm cradled. Held. Safe. 
Such wondrous beauty in His creation
each wildflower a echo of
"I love you." 

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Elsie x