I recently was in Lisbon and I visited the statue of Christ on the opposite bank of the river. I have to confess I have no head for heights and I waited at the bottom while my friends went up to take in the views.
While I was waiting I wrote this.
While I was waiting I wrote this.
I'm
standing at the feet of Christ
who
towers a hundred metres above me,
his
arms outstretched to love the world,
but
this is not the second coming,
this
is not even Rio.
This
concrete white man
is
a celebration of Portugal's
divine
neutrality in World War Two,
and
I don't want to ride the lift
up
to the views and the gift shop at the top.
I'm
stood here at the bottom in the scrub land,
thinking
about Jesus.
I leave you with a Ryley Walker live. Stunning stuff.
No comments:
Post a Comment