Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination?

Canal is too fine a word, but I guess this is an off shoot of the Hobart rivulet that runs off through Sandy Bay. The week after I first moved to Hobart, this baby was rushing high enough to be classified as "flooded". That doesn't happen much.

Go on, have another poem!

Last night
I met Jesus
no time ago
walking the wall

(inside) mine eyes
fell down [the glory!]
Christ stood still
and
watched my every move

stood right there
(only closer)
nothing but
a
smile
and
a
wink