Somewhere at the Back

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Locked and left in the overflow car-park
After the long journey of exploration
Moving forward, compelled by obedience
And a hunch there was something better ahead.
 
Now finding the way through overcrowded aisles,
Dodging fairy lights flashing on artificial snow
Keeping time with music canned for popularity,
But jarring the hearing of a wise man seeking peace,
As he braves the uncertainty of a country’s future
And extinction rebels' warning of trouble ahead.
 
So they follow the star to the shed behind,
Where they find hope born afresh,
With love stirring within those gazing
On the new-born, sleeping in a cardboard box.
 

Written after visiting a busy garden centre in Bournemouth

Advent 2019