The skies above London are

neither clear nor dark. The great

candle of daylight and the stars

of the night cannot be seen. In

this city that never sleeps there

is no quit no stillness.

Footsteps keep moving. The river

in full flood. The relentless

wheels keep turning without

pause. Many worshipping wealth at

the world's altar. Others without

hope or home on streets that hold

no love. With the various races

creeds and languages from all

corners of the globe. Each

question and answer rushing down

the river to the ocean. The need

to be far from the crowded river