‘Again’, who can tire of such certainties. Does anyone tire of a sun that makes the days,the years. Does anyone tire of fresh eyes after rest,bodies that have cause to rise. Does anyone tire of hesitant hope,gaining traction at dawn’s new light. Is anyone though, not surprised. I know I am always surprised by the … More A Poem: Again
You are near as an answer to thought.You, who have heard me before I speak,or before I’ve wrestled even to forma concrete need to express.You are there,all knowing, and I am all known.Before I can draw sensefrom feeling.That it does not matterif I lack understanding.Prayer is a door to youand the Spirit, whose roleis not … More A Poem: Known
Whatever you might believe life is forever.You were made a leaf on a living treein a forest to eternity. Though a day’s length might be determinedby the rounding of the sun,a season by the passage from growth to decline, and the elements beyond your influence. The fact that you are more than a first flush,or … More A Poem: A Forest
My friend asked me where I find God.There is so much everywhere.I must exhale deep and breathe in that Godmight travel down. Past the sternum, further in,the breath that’s not my own.Until the spreading peace is like thesky in the morning sun. Yes, God, that is like oxygen,shows how this presence fills.It’s in the way … More A Poem: A Wick
Up here is to feel akin to the sky,and water is a glass to look through. Up here the sand lies as an arc of flesh outstretched,and the ocean is a gentle hand. Up here, on a scale large,we know ourselves as outgoing breathfrom the mouths of earth and heaven. We exist between this dance … More A Poem: High
I can see Heaven’s reflection. Between here and tomorrow,a long distance.No waking and knowing. Instead a step of faith, of trust.Small steps,hoping the earth will hold. Yes, I can see Heaven’s reflection. In a river starlit, wide and full.In the sun breaking upon wavesto glitter. While Heaven is thereand reflected here,I can walk unafraid of … More A Poem: Heaven’s Reflection
Every day, season has its colours.None devoid.Every season its light.Lengthening days, or longer nights,light still comes. Often the morecherished for its shortened appearance. And colours new or faded,have their own presence.Enough to draw tears, arouse our memories,bring disquiet.What do we do about the changes in hue?We can only witness. It all happens without us,though we … More A Poem: Colours
Reach out.When you feel lonely, you might find it strange,but the tips of your fingers, your skin,though it may not find another’s flesh,will register something.Will hear as though they had ears. Reach out, stretch out to left and right.There is the sound of children laughing, crying.A couple on their bikes, passing in a rush of … More A Poem: Reaching Out
What did you do by the clock today? Yesterday, at work,I heard it ticking, collecting seconds,minutes, conveying themlike little lorries,scattering them as ashes. And today I took the car for its service,dutifully walked, weeded,did the laundry, the floor,read by the clock,as though watched, monitored. Aware, that discipline,at least in the home, is not one of … More A Poem: Marking Time
I am combing the air for scraps of thingsI’m not ready to put down. Is restless the right word for dreams unrealised? Or needs unspokenfor there being no language adequate, eloquent enoughto enable the expression. I know I have one foot here,the other searching, like toes underwaterfeeling for shells. I have one mind here,one heart. … More A Poem: Messages
Living Tree Poetry 