AA Milne (a reflection on The Norman Church)

Nothing I write

Nothing I think

Will survive

As long as my

stainless steel kitchen sink

Nothing as good

As holy writ

Nothing to be understood

Well enough to

make an extraordinary cult of it

But the singer must sing

And the writer must write

And if contemplatives living

Stop reminding

the brilliance of the artist dies

We all know aa milne

Dreamt of young children

Lost in the hundred acre wood

Amidst the initial search

for the Norman church

We should not so

Easily be frightened by

Unconventional views

That some in uncushioned pews

might very well ascribe

to heresy