I’m waiting for a word, like ‘Go’. And realise, ‘Go’ has already been said. ‘Go’ has been said, since the earth rounded the sun the first time. And the earth has kept up momentum no matter she might not know the goal. ‘God’ has been said since the heart first commenced its beating. Imagine this … More A Poem: Go

Who are you who is both bridge and door? Thoroughfare and threshold, path and gate. Who are you that I enter in, and who with me, walks. Has called my name, before I knew it as my own. Who are you, inside me, who makes me room, and bids me welcome. Door and bridge, thoroughfare … More A Poem: Who

Today I need the peace of quiet things. The beauty to remind me I’m worthy. The beauty of God’s signature. The letter without words, framed with the view. Worthiness comes and goes according to feeling, or memory. But the peace of quiet things, the beauty unadorned, but which forever greens outside the window, is a … More A Poem: Love Because

Follow your heart it tends to leave prints wherever it goes, as bare feet on frosty grass. Trace back to where impressions were made, like etchings on woods, or signs at cross roads. Feel for the indents, and then see which direction they point. Eyes shut, let your heart take the lead. Take the prayers … More A Poem: Follow your Heart

He gave me one loaf and told me to feed 5000. I asked him how to do this and still keep a portion for myself. He said, ‘whoever speaks of keeping has no concept of creation.’ From a void the earth was formed, and from a trickle was drawn a flood. The bread was broke … More A Poem: Yeast

I’m going out and I won’t be home until I’m happier. Less hungry for want of what I do not know. I hope to find it by the river or on some bend somewhere on my walk. I don’t know, but I will be looking for the unexpected thing looking back. Knowing that the treasures … More A Poem: Going Out

The academics have much to teach us when we incline our ears to their words. The theologians have much to reveal, when we open our minds in free fall. The saints have much with which to inspire us, when we imbue their remembered stories. And the preachers have much to encourage us, as we seek … More A Poem: Our Religion

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 A Poem: Blue Season

I’m good at pretending, and so are we all. But joy is bent, and love oftentimes a strident noise, of notes played off-key in inexpert hands. Yes, joy is bent, not perfect, or it could not be in the relief of a softened gaze after a sharp retort, or in the small crises that teach … More A Poem: Joy is Bent

Look. We make so many plans we forget to look for the unplanned. Forget to sit still unnoticed that we might see what comes to us. Forget to turn around 360 degrees, to look behind, and under rocks. Behind our hopes or dashed expectations to see what might be veiled. What might belie appearance to … More A Poem: Look