The Sun Set last night over the Stour valley lights, the last train to Sudbury rattled its way through an English landscape. The Owl and the Badger painted themselves into the moons interpretation, and I, played the fool again of asking the question, is God there?
A million dreamers had looked on that scene and asked the same question, and like me, they had ended up in some plunging underworld of sinking.
Oh what a Superhuman inhumanity if, the joke is on us? Are we the doomed children of dust?
In a hundred years time, will another fool clothed in human flesh, ask the same question?
And so tonight in the darkness and dread of this fools landscape, I ask the question, and walk away……..