Some of us must take our permitted walks on city pavements, as HDGB did recently. He was not unrewarded.
But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry—and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter, Cry–clinging to Heaven by the hems; And lo, Christ walking on the water, Not of Genesareth, but Thames! Francis Thompson, The Kingdom of God. See our post, August 9, 2017 for the full text. Thompson knew great sadness, mental illness, addiction, but friends fund him and encouraged him.