John was in his coffin-
The Priest was wearing Purple-
Christ was on his Altar
And the Strangers bowed their heads.
No bowed head knew who John was-
They had just stopped by to pray-
Or to have a serious word
With the Resident Deity.
The thurible was swinging-
The incensed air was sweet-
The Priest made intercession
That John’s soul with Jesus meet.
John was in his coffin-
The Priest was wearing Purple-
The Ferryman was waiting
For John to pay his dues.
No kith or kin to stand and sing-
A last farewell to John-
Just Strangers passing by this place
Who thought to just drop in.
John has left his coffin-
He has landed on the shore-
Where light and love and peace-
Would surround him evermore.
I stopped by St.James’ Church Marylebone and found a funeral taking place for John , who with no-one to mourn him, I stayed.