In market-square, in field, on fell,
In turbulence of wars and kings,
While all the world disputed things
He searched his heart to learn God well.
His pulpit was a wayside peak
Or where folk gathered, made a stand,
Thrown into prison out of hand
He learned to wait for God to speak.
He sought for peace and would not bend,
Let women preach, fought slavery,
Did what he could to make amends,
Began to worship silently.
He named his people simply “Friends”,
And spoke to all the world as “thee”.
(For Mem Morman) 28th April 2009