God loves us as mother, father.We must ask no-one else to do the tending. God says ‘I love you’.  Full stop. In that, is everything. We dance in relationship,mother, father, sister, brother,daughter, son. We dance alone. We dance estranged, at fingertips,in close embrace. Even then, God is mother, fathersister, brother. The ones we’ve been given,sought, … More A Poem: Full Stop

Ah, God does a new thingand tells us not to worry. He tries to tell us in therounding sun,the dark chased away. And if we doubt, he tells us in the recurring themesof restoration, the cycles of the daysand seasons. I know I get up earlyin the dark, ruminating, thinking it’s still yesterday. And God … More A Poem: A New Thing

I carry ribbonsin my pack of days.And when I reach a tree to define my path,I tie it round, mark a lesson,towering high. I wish it were so easy. Not the ways trodden with regrets,wisdom learnt in retrospect,footprints already settled deepin earth – and the journey,turning turning. That the colour glimpsed between tree leavesare ribbons … More A Poem: Marking the Path

Bread.We each are given bread. Not to consume. No, the bread we are givenis not for our own sustaining, although we will eat tooand be satisfied. No, the bread we each possess,risen like a dough kneaded, left to rise alonein its place – this bread is brought to lifethrough heat, baked and broken,torn to many … More Bread II

I see so many peoplecounting the cost. But beauty does not take a backward step,a departing bow. I think instead if we take up a chair,pull alongside, beauty serves us,washes our feet,pours out wine, anoints our hairwith oil. I see so many peoplemeasuring griefs. But beauty does not read chartsor statistics – just attends. Attends … More A Poem: Attention