Buying a Christmas War Cry ...

This morning, walking up North Street, I saw the Salvationist - 

I see him there, every Thursday, standing in front of the old town Hall - 

I think he looks like the captain of a whaler, just returned from a year long voyage under Arctic stars -  

I bought my War Cry - 

I felt his gaze upon me - 

God bless you he said - 

I felt in need of this rough hewn blessing  - 

The Muddlecombe Men had strung lights across the street - prayers were like small birds blown by the wind - 

12.00

December 2014

North Street

Wareham