On Hanham Mount I stand; the people come,
They crouch before me in the need of grace.
I speak, or that speaks through me with no name;
Within me burns a precious sainted face.
The air is good; what if I have no church,
What of the bishops, what of pomp and show,
None of this minds a whit, if I can save
One soul preserved from the dread world below.
There is one book, and there is only one;
I read it night and day, I ask it all
And hear replies. Or think so. Most of the time.
Grace will save us; we do not need the Fall
For we can be saved beings under the sun.
The people come, and I am in my prime.
David Punter.