London, Brave Heart

Aslan calls Lucy ‘Brave Heart’ –
and do you say- you do?
to me?
It’s right, you see, you say,
I shout – to London
‘My brave heart’
and how would I have known?
how would I know without You?
that voice within me,
and this is where,
this is where you were belonging,
with words unspoken (no words needed) –
‘this is where you belong’.
From Scotland I come,
rushing headlong
in the rugged land shouting within,
‘London, I come!’
From the north I come,
Finsbury Park (spare home)
And all the dregs are nearly stifling my candle flame- from the ride on the train –
but, together, we come –
I am not one,
With You I’m done;
London, we come.


  1. t h i n g s + f l e s h · September 7, 2013

    this is sweepingly romantic, colored with longing and resolve. may i ask the inspiration for this lovely verse? tony

    • Billie · September 8, 2013

      Thank you Tony!
      It was written and published the day I returned for a flying visit to London, inspired by the positive ball of feelings I had waiting at the train station in Scotland, and written quickly at the end of the train journey.
      This summer God has been speaking to me about what/how He’s calling me to be. In dreams and thoughts. Especially in St Paul’s Cathedral. So, the place is very, very dear to me. Because – it’s quite wonderful to be this convinced God is saying stuff. And because it may be where to live (doing what, I do not know) after I graduate.
      You like London? Thanks so much for the question!

  2. Hernan J Monzon · September 7, 2013

    Great flow. Love the ending.

    • Billie · September 7, 2013

      Thank you! It was fun to write

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