Are you waiting in the blue? Is blue the colour of your heart. Or blue the light that falls upon your path. Is blue the weight that sits upon your frame. Or blue the echo to resonate within your chest. Is blue the hue that covers you like snow, or clouds carrying rain. Is blue … More Christmas Poetry: Blue Season
We are stories within a story. Narratives within the larger Word. Even while we question meaning or reason, we have comfort in knowing how it ends. More than players on a stage we have our own self-determination. We are safe to make decisions and choices within the provision of an all-encompassing plan. Advent reminds us … More Christmas Poetry: How it Ends
You can do this without us. Move the earth through its orbit, the courses of the stars you keep on track. The galaxies whose music you orchestrate, sing from millennium to millennium. That you can do this without us we so know. Which is why we are amazed still that you don’t. Have not left … More Christmas Poetry: Without Us
Hi Poetry friends Today I am not posting poetry but would like to humbly advise of the publication of my newest book, ‘Heart Psalms’. This is now available on Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. Just listed, so it is making its way out there to various on-line sellers. Heart Psalms is a large 230 page … More A Poetry Book: Heart Psalms
We are connected. The spider’s web that bridges a gap, and reaches into space from one branch to another, its silken length the means it travels, teaches us, that storms, whether from Nature’s storehouse or human-made, cannot bear up against one hand that reaches out to another, or hearts across an ocean’s span, which bow … More A Poem: Connected
Everything’s blue this day. Sea, sky. Even the green bush is softened, under a blue gaze. The colours of my heart, as changeable as the sky, today split into shards of multi-coloured light, lit by the sun. I realised then there’s no colour, or feeling, or thought, that should not be given space to exist. … More A Poem: Blue
Joy is quiet, self-effacing. Not one to draw attention, but graciously retreating from the limelight. So that joy is quiet, retiring. Not an obvious presence, but almost resisting recognition. As it waits for us to notice it. Joy is quiet, unobtrusive. Not bold or authoritative, it allows us space to feel what we will. So … More A Poem: Joy is Quiet
What if it were not your depravity you were afraid of seeing but your splendour? What shyness shields you from His revelation? Remember you are not yet fully formed, clay He moulds again and again and again. You are well used, and at times worn. That he must take you in his loving hands to … More A Poem: Splendour
The birdsong has broken down the temple walls, that the life might stream out. Sweet bird on a humble branch delicate and unobtrusive. Against the great quiet your morning voice has caused something to shift. The birth and death of stars hardly compares to your small still form, flitting through leaves like a dancing shaft … More A Poem: Sunday Song
It’s the work of grief to walk two paths. To live the present tense, and travel the route our hearts would take if choice were ours. It’s the holy work of grief to acknowledge the cost of loss. To weigh up what’s left, treasures in the hand now spent. It’s the sacred task of grief … More A Poem: The Work of Grief
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