Sunday, April 24, 2011

Holy Land









To the west of the B1113 is the source of the Little Ouse on the east the source of the river Waveney. When it rains Norfolk is an island!  Holy Island?




 






Holy Land

When rain falls hard on Lopham Fen
Flooding marsh and filling drains
Norfolk is an island then
And in my mind it still remains

Down the river line the Ouse
Traces the bounds to fenland drains
Round wash and coast to Yarmouth strand
Then up the Waveney home again

Walsingham a Nazareth
Broadland lakes a Galilee
Where fishermen are called to faith
And Christ comes walking by the sea

Into a boat to the other side.
One lies sleeping in the stern.
While sandwiches on picnic rugs
Are taken, blessed and shared in turn.

A green hill outside a city wall
A place of punishment provides.
When viewed from it’s own Olivet
The city’s temple seems to thrive.

Blind, halt and lame, the deaf and
Dumb, addicted, prisoner, stranger, ill
Christ’s presence in his little ones
Challenges his followers still

And Providence whose birds and flowers
Sing and blow along my way
Leads me down Emmaus paths
To brightness at the end of day

When rain falls hard on Lopham Fen
Norfolk is an island then