Victoria Station

Hurrying, jostling,
Nervously hastening,
Clutching their tickets and staring ahead.
Where are they going, these hundreds of passengers?
Are they the living, or are they the dead?

Do they realise the beauty
Within them, without them?
Do they notice the glory surrounding them all?
Are they listening – with happiness, joy, expectation,
Awaiting the moment of Life's urgent call?

How I long just to whisper –
One moment in passing –
You'll find it within you, still, quiet, and deep.
Pass beneath all the tumult, the sea's stormy surface,
Your spirit is waiting, to raise you from sleep.

All the beauty of life,
All the love that is in you,
Depths of knowledge and feeling unknown before,
All are waiting and wondering,
Watching and pondering,
Listen – they call you – Oh, answer the call.