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.