The door stood open and, not knowing why, br I left the clamour of the city street, , br And sliped inside, br Cool silence came to greet me like a balm, as br Though it could edify my wrong. br But not the background of the passers-by. br br And inside the little church show that br centuries of prayer defeat. br The constant onslaught of man's noise. br Not discreet. br Beside the prayer-books one could buy br A simple candle.. br I wondered why. br Greatfully from my worn out satchel br The worldy sum did come. br br From a deep unknown spot br A flame now began to trot br From inside me. br Left a dancing little flame to be. br Deep in a corner where the shadows played. br Pushes back the darkness which is a plague. br In fancy I inscribed it with my name. br A small acknowledgement from one who strayed... br In off the street. br To greet the next who looking for him to meet.