SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 196 - 213 by Mark Traill
Conclusion – “Host of angels, coronets, Sing your name out to the rest, Of heavens Saints who then praise –That miracle you’ve yet to make?”
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 183 - 195 by Mark Traill
He’s dressed like an aspirant, A Rishi with a twist, He looks at me with guru calm, And then he grabs my wrist…
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 178 - 182 by Mark Traill
Flick carrum pieces and gazing, That girl in the sari’s amazing…
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 162 - 177 by Mark Traill
A life then begun after mass before china, His incorrupt body was guided by Loyola, From mission to mission in search of a home, Shangchuan and Malacca, Bom Jesus, not Rome
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 153 - 161 by Mark Traill
Paradise within, As well as out, It’s cosy in here, There’s never a drought….
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 143 - 152 by Mark Traill
Saraswati or maybe Kali? Bless me with Sita? Kiss me with Laxmi?
SAINT THOMAS, VERSE 142 by Mark Traill
Victoria Terminus [trad.]
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 135 - 141 by Mark Traill
Gateway to India” is no so thing, Just an arch built by peasants,
For a man they called King…
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 121 – 134 by Mark Traill
“Liar, deceiver, Obsessive conceiver, Perverted, and thieving,
Believing that stealing, My trip is appealing….”
SAINT THOMAS, VERSES 115-120 by Mark Traill
…the trek is too long, don’t measure in miles, enlightenment comes as long as you smile…
