At the Garden Tomb

By Margaret Boles

We sit in the centre of the
peaceful garden,
We take the cup of
communion together,
In a silent time for prayer,
The Babel from outside
intrudes,
Car horns, sirens, and
people,
And I bring to mind a psalm
Abraham loves
“Pray for the peace of
Jerusalem”
And I pray my own little prayer,
‘If that siren is an ambulance,
God go with the person in pain’