Six o’clock, out of the show’r;
Six-ten, hop onto the bus:
People, tired, burnt, at this hour,
Souls that say, “Please pray for us.”

Hail to Mary; God’s our father;
Pray the angels take us there.
All the saints who on earth were
Loving, pondering hearts where

Troubles came and sorrows ebbed,
Tides of evil came so high.
Fire burnt the soul to smoke,
Only way out was to die:

Die to sin or die to Christ?
It’s the question all must ask.
The best answer? Why, ask Christ’s
Church of Heaven: knows the past,

Future, too, insofar as
It is giv’n when God is seen.
Oh, it’s nearly half-six!
Hop off! Pass by where I’ve been

Ev’ry morning. Twenty-five
Minutes past now, pass my friend,
A beggar, say “sa-wat-dee”,
Continue on, turn a bend.

Down the tube, past the checkpoint
Of the guards (security).
They do know me: quiet white guy,
Chatty some days, known to see.

Use the tube to cross the junction,
Just go down, across, and up.
Then arise and see the tow’r:
Bells that sing the praise of God.

To the Mass, as ev’ry other
Day. Now sit before the Lord.
In our minds, in our bodies,
Bring our neighbours to the Word.