Today my husband gave me a Cat Stevens “Best Of” CD…
Spinning me back down the years
Brining me laughter and tears
A man of great passion and peace
Setting me back on my feet.
I remember that ride in the spring
Trying my best not to sing
About mornings that broke and my dog
Who I loved, and of Peace Trains and fog.
We rode for well over an hour
With people he had on his tour
And he spoke not a word, but above all the roar
His peace could be heard, at the core.
We tranquilly rode through the scrub
And we heard all the birdsong above
As the silence became what it should
A feel of peace – that was good.
I was just a plain, awkward teen
(at the time I was only fourteen)
And here was my hero in flesh
Showing me a bright world, made afresh
Tiny flowers I’d not notice had bloomed
In the scrubby roadsides and festooned
The world with their charm, in that magical calm
And the air with their essence perfumed
I felt I had never prior seen
The world but hazily, through a dream
If silence if golden, I know
That truth, through gold silence, can grow.
I was only fourteen, but the things I had seen
More than all of his songs, could not show.
After his limo had left
I felt both absurd and bereft
I had wanted to say, on that beautiful day
That he taught me so much
I was blessed.
Cat Stevens toured Australia in September 1972 , playing at Apollo Stadium in Adelaide, SA.
I was 14 at he time and my parents owned a riding school in the Adelaide Hills, so when he decided he wanted a peaceful break to go horse riding, I took him and his entourage on a ride.
He was my greatest hero at the time, but I never spoke a word to him, and he said nothing audible during the entire visit. It was obvious that his was a time-out for him and he radiated peace and calm in his silence.
And on and on it goes.
Ride on the peace train.