Living
Days merge into nights
from one event to another in this world so bright.
People meet,
work here & work there - socialise,
have a drink or two and sit down to eat.
Read, write & with entertainment replete -
loads of playing to suffice.
A Foothold
Yet not a single nook nor cranny
for a foothold for my soul.
As I go through this 'living'
I feel far from 'whole'.
Emptiness creeps in, builds up within
& becomes a torturous hole.
The Real Foothold
Lord, help me
You alone are the tower wherein I can flee.
When you are the meaning and purpose of my life,
help me, I pray, to hold your hand and behold -
'Twixt this thick intricate web of strife,
'twixt the realm of the flesh and the realm of the Living God,
help me to behold -
Jesus Christ, my Saviour and my Rock -
the only real Foothold for my soul.
Kay, 1977
The Ladies Loop 