DOUGHNUT GROYNE BY BRIGHTON PIER: A MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE FOR SOME
Update: My ministry to North Edinburgh Quakers 22nd September 2019:
Four years ago Thomas and I were visiting the Doughnut Groyne near Brighton Pier when the International Space Station flew by immediately above us, in the the night, a mystical experience, During the week I have watched various images of politicians attending party conferences walking around Thomas and my old haunts on Brighton Seafront. I can only hope that they have a mystical experience too.
DOUGHNUT GROYNE
Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
19th April 2015
Two hundred yards west of Brighton Pier,
Have no doubt, have no fear,
That's where in my will I'd said
Should they my ashes spread.
So south from Embro did we go
To stay in Wayne's Place in full flow;
And on the first dark night Brighton Beach
Like a delicious peach did we reach;
And two hundred yards did we pace
To see where I'd kick the trace.
Lo! What a coincidence did we perceive
There on a drystone dyke stood a doughnut brand new
A sphere turned into a torus
Through which the world to view
As if through the eye of a brontosaurus.
Two hundred yards west of Brighton Pier
No further and yet no more near
Stood that immortal groyne,
Worth ever the zillionth coin;
The doughnut a Universe in itself
Under the gaze of a big green elf.
'My grandson will spread my ashes here' I sighed.
'In sight of what's left of the grand West Pier.'
But behold a mightier coincidence, in the skies!
'There's the International Space Station!' Thomas cried
And the bright light above like Beth'lem's star did shine
As Venus herself to the right sipped wine.
And I to my good Lord gave praise
Since here to the Pearly Gates would he me raise;
And my Resurrection would my dear relatives faze.
Oh happy, happy Heaven.
Here comes the once rustic lad from Devon.
Shot of his limp, his haze, and his temporizing
To a grand new dimension bravely rising
Renewed zest and joy forthwith enterprising.
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