We are angels to each other My needs met in you and yours in me. At the very least we keep each other afloat At peace and on an even keel Company in other’s solitude Fellow travellers of this pilgrim’s road. At best, though I suspect God might mean us to reflect each other’s light … More A Poem: Angels
We are broken But we are entirely intact We are shattered but still in one piece We are grieving but still wholly complete We are lost but found We leave the throng and arrive in Him We run but never for long We look left, or right within and without He is always there, waiting … More A Poem: Inside Out
I am falling like the rain like the light through the broken clouds I am falling like a leaf whose time it is to drop like a musical note carried aloft to your ear and mine. I am falling like the sun like someone who realises there are no more supports for the weight we … More A Poem: Falling
They tell me there is no heaven on earth. But I have found pieces that resemble it and have put them together with a bonding agent made of hope and faith. And love, that when the sun strikes it in a certain way, the whole picture comes alight, as something from another place. They tell … More A Poem: Heaven
Beauty falls like rain, we can’t catch every drop, but we stand still with mouths open to slack our aching thirst. Beauty grows like leaves on the greening tree, we try to grasp the outline of each stunning leaf but can’t. Our eyes can only take in so much. Beauty rolls in like waves on … More A Poem: Beauty
If we are all shadows on this earth. If we pass away in a breath, and dissolve like water at the end of our life’s breadth, but for our spirits… If we are all shadows, then what do we build, that has any worth? What do we make that we can keep? What has eternal … More A Poem: Incomplete II
Everything is incomplete Lord. We live with things in perpetual suspense. Like curtains open a chink to let in the light, so we see yet just a partial glimpse. We live with things unresolved, each moment a different state of growth or decay, increase or decline. We have a hand in creating things that will … More A Poem: Incomplete
I fall asleep to my petitions, and wake with praise on my lips and the sense of something turned around, as I slept. “I make all things new”, He says. Just like the sun, on a new day is the same but rises clothed afresh in a thousand different shades. Just as the sun makes … More A Poem: Pray without Ceasing
What do you want me to do with this morning God? That shines through the blinds that shines through my shuttered heart What do I do with a sun that still rises? On us, whose joy wavers as a candle in the wind, on those, whose joy has for a moment, been snuffed out. What … More A Poem: Dark
Living Tree Poetry 