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Carrick

In case Galilee proved a disappointment
this was the understudy, 

the hillsides green and suitable for preaching,
the fishing good, sudden squalls 

giving way to miraculous calms,
weather that, like Him, each day decides 

whether to be wind or fiery sun,
earth tremor or the still and quiet voice.

Written during a holiday in Cornwall in 1988.