David Mitchell

Rookie - 33 Points (20/12/1988 / Colchester)

The Convert - Poem by David Mitchell

Climb aboard, weak swimmer, climb aboard:
Within this ship are stored
Treasures beyond your dreaming:
Climb aboard;
For I am your redeeming
And your Lord!

On that shore but sorrow you will find:
Open your vision blind,
And look toward the ending;
For behind
Your heart shall not cease rending
And your mind.

Welcome home, brave warrior, welcome home:
Never tomorrow roam
Back to the land of dying,
For here there is no doom,
Nor sorrowing, nor sighing:
Welcome home.

(Sunday,7th October,2007.)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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