Leyton Midland Road station

I have been having a restless and unsatisfied week, working little and eating way too much. Today I also had to reach an extremely painful decision, putting an end to contact with someone very close to me and for whom I care very much, but who is bent on drawing me in the chaos that is his life and sucking in my extremely scarce resources in pursuit of schemes that I regard as either poorly designed or - the most recent one - downright criminal. It was a decision that tore me apart.

Today's piece of writing is a poem about a religious experience I once had.

7.40 A.M., 25 OCTOBER 1989; LEYTON MIDLAND ROAD STATION

I have seen You as I never did before.
A sky of flat grey clouds like slabs of stone
Grew blazing in the East with pink and red,
And streaks of light as motionless as gold
Lay streaked across the giant towering dome.
Across London's horizon, black for light,
Sunlight shot to the sky in blasts of white;
Against it in the sky, translucent, peaceful,
A gentle rainbow lighted the grey heavens;
A little wind was blowing from the south,
But the sky stood in immovable adoration.

O Lord, o Love of gold and steel,
O Christ almighty, what must it be like
To see how Your glory is through all things?