Thoughts of a Divine Soul

I couldn’t stop looking at you today, the way you handled that couple, the way you shrugged them off, the way you ate your lunch. It was beautiful and powerful, the awe and grandeur of your being inspiring many, your style and grace encompassing all. Why do the masses idolise you so much, your dedication unparalleled. You are a God amongst all men, our saviour.

You teach and we are taught, and we learn and live to tell our children of your strength.

And your soul is clean and spotless like the badge you wear on your cap and shoulders – “London Traffic Warden,” it says and your followers line the streets, up and down in queues waiting for you. You touch their souls with your warmth, all races, colours, and creeds; your love beautiful and divine and they watch in silence as you slowly walk down to meet them.

double yellow line,
three points and a silly fine,
collecting some wine