Till I Spied Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, I cried, oh yes, I cried
Red-eyed and quietly, I prayed
For the promised land
Till I spied a gospel feeling in my soul
And then I knew I wasn't alone
Sometimes, I heard a dawn chorus
It was followed by a nursery rhyme
An angelic sound I don't quite recall
And then I saw a blackbird winging away
And I knew it consumed all my darkness
Oh, I cried, oh yes, I cried
Red-eyed and quietly, I prayed
For the promised land delivered
Till I'm anchored on a calm day
In a harbour never meant to receive me.
And I knew I could never look back
Not for another millennium, I near say.
In case I change into a pillar of salt
And fade away with nothing more worthy to say
Like all those sea waves jostling
just to be a little bit higher.
Oh, I cried, oh yes, I cried
Red-eyed and quietly, I prayed
For the promised land delivered
and at one time, I almost felt fine.
Bordering on something near divine.