Tui, with your white throat, you dance on the flimsy limb, and sing a song, that keeps me still and listening. As the wind tosses the leaves against a leaden winter sky, I wonder you have a tune still that causes your lone breast to rise. I fear the cold that I can feel in … More A Poem: Tui – A Poem for Winter Solstice
These three remain – Faith, Hope and Love. Let’s teach our children, not of things which they must strive to obtain. For one day they might find such things to be built on sand. To be made of such stuff that dissolves in their hands; when they cling too hard, or too firmly depend. Instead … More A Poem: These Three Remain
Somehow, although I recognise you can still arrive swift as flood or fire, somehow, I think you come more often through the back door; while I seek out signs and wonders you’ve already appeared, and at the altar of my heart have lit the hearth. And my house, to which you sit expectant of my … More A Poem: At my Hearth
We have peace and plenty here. Can you hear it in the silence, and the hum of life in this place. That carries like a musical refrain, from one ear to the next, from your heart to mine. We have love in this place. Its in the space where your foot lifts and mine rests. … More A Poem: Our Place
Songs have breath. Music has width, and length, and breadth. Our voice has a sound still, that can lift us beyond our grief. Our fingers still, can touch the notes that bring release. For God is not dead. His love, wide and long, and deep, defies our measurement. And when loss lowers our utterances to … More A Poem: Song
Honour your body. It is your waka, the vessel you navigate the tributaries of life. It holds the treasure of your mind and heart. It is the anchor for your spirit’s flight. Give it is full due. Treat it with the dignity and care that you would one who serves you. Treasure your heart. It … More A Poem: Te Whare Tapa Wha
I wish for you Sunshine on snow. A pass where there is no passageway. A means to proceed. And I pray, For frozen rivers that thaw, that burst their banks with showers of mercy, and blessing. Sometimes I wonder if He is more purposeful than we quite understand. That he makes our way hard, or … More A Poem: Sun on Snow
Don’t wait for the perfect. Life is here right now. Shadows and light, the losses and the gains make a rich fabric of our days. Depth discerned by a light in the dark, that we hold like a lantern and pick our way. The shadows across the river’s face give a hue I would never … More A Poem: Perfect
