I wrote this in 2002, about the tension between different conceptions of God. In the light of recent events in Norway, the 3rd stanza is sadly just as relevant now as it was then.
At around midnight we spotted the sun
And as it came up to greet us,
We saw the will of God done
On earth as it is in Heaven.
It clambered over rocks and the light
Flowed like water flows into wine.
I paid the debt in carnations
And cream piled on top of my folly.
There was an insinuation that we had strayed
That my God and I had gone our separate ways.
So when, at around midnight, we spotted the sun,
I had to force a smile.
I never let the mad prophet men tell me
That Jesus is the bottom of a brown paper bag
That beards or megaphones are holy
Or that Allah wants blood.
They invaded me in Leicester Square,
But I wanted the sea.
In my mind, at least, I wore waders
As I was taken by the hand
And led downstream to the salt pools
Where the river meets the sea.
We whiled away a muddy afternoon
Looking for God and shellfish.
I was losing touch with substance
From the moment I was touched by Grace
And the illusion of orderly retreat
Drew deep on the lines of my face
I was waiting for nothing worth naming
When we spotted the sun and came up to greet her.