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Poem submitted by Anne Squires
I'd like to walk with you, Lord
Along a coastal path.
I'd love to tell you stories
And hear you belly laugh.
I'd love to stop at a headland point
And gaze at the restless sea.
And listen to your gentle voice
Describing how you feel.
I'd love to walk with you, Lord
Along a boulevard
I'd love to see what shops you'd like
And if you'd use a credit card.
I'd love to stop for coffee
At a table on the street
I'd love to see who'd come with tears
To wash their Saviour's feet.
I'd love to walk with you, Lord
Into a local church;
I'd love to see what songs you'd sing
Would you really like that dirge
That everybody strained at
While they took the offering?
And would you like the vicar's style
Of intoning everything?
And I wonder where you'd sit, Lord
At the front or at the back?
And would you dance with a
coloured flag -
Would you have the knack?
And who would you go and chat to
Over coffee in the hall?
Would you stop with one or two
Or would you try to see them all?
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I guess I'm just being silly;
You're God, for goodness sake!
Your time is spent on major things
Not chatting to your mates.
But then I can't help thinking
Of your days in Galilee
That you did have walks with your
good friends
And you chattered by the sea.
So perhaps I'm not that stupid
To think you'd walk with me.
Maybe I need to listen more
To look, and hope to feel
Your presence as I travel
On cliff path, street or pew,
To hear your laughter, sighs and
tears
That inwardly renew,
That part of me that has grown dull
But wants so much to see.
I'm tired of so much common sense
I'm tired of sanity!
Yes, I'd like to walk with you, Lord
No matter what they say
I'm going to put my boots on
Can I walk with you - today?
by Michael Mitton, from Acorn's
Learning to Listen course.