by Elizabeth Challinor

Lift up your heads

And be ye lift up

And imagine

A workout in a holistic gym

Without religion or ideology

For his yoke is easy

And he shall purify


And all we like sheep

Will follow the moves

To the catchy beat

Of choruses sang in church

Caring for body

Caring for soul

With what Thomas Moore calls

An incarnational spirituality

Dedicated to our fun-loving Ana Margarida

Elizabeth Challinor