A Poem: A Moment

Happiness is here its under the oak tree, or the open sky of blue, or stars against the dark. It’s in the breeze, soft against my skin, or strong enough to blow all my efforts apart. So that I simply am here right now; nothing brought to bear on this time. Nothing to take away … More A Poem: A Moment

A Poem: Good

Whatever fills our soul God gives us that. He is pouring wine into cups. We are to just hold ours out. He causes the sun to rise on all. The earth is ours and all that’s good. And as my skin responds to the warmth of a late winters morning, I see dew still on … More A Poem: Good

A Poem: Room

What might one become when given a voice, and room. Room to change, expand, grow, belong. How might our tender growth, be sustained until it is able to live and thrive on its own. Can we be space for one another and give room to speak; to walk, to dance, to hold our head high. … More A Poem: Room

A Poem: Eden

Oh Lord you are too Holy. How do we become clean? Not by our own efforts do you assure me, but by immersing ourselves into the holy stream. Oh holy stream, wash over my stains. So that when my God looks at me he sees not the dirt of my hands; not my sullied self … More A Poem: Eden

A Poem: A Harbour

We need a harbour. A harbour where we can moor our vessels that have been tossed and turned by inclement weather, by changing currents, and the wear and tear, of all our endeavours. We need a place where we can shed ourselves. Selves we have worn so long, that, like the colour on our lips, … More A Poem: A Harbour