When Nothing Changes

the surge

as we plod

our way

to the

playground

the flood,

pierced by

light

a thousand

years old

the surprise,

of old friends

and new

all here

to be with you

when that friend

says that one thing

they always say

when everything is

going perfectly

and you meet your Lover’s

gaze

when your Lover breaks down

and you run to meet them

and the Father of Lights

whispers in your ear

“Well done…”

When nothing changes,

but heaven and earth are new.

When the government is run by

the Faithful and True

And he always knows what to do

When we plod to the playground

And it is as holy as the pew.