A Poem: Difference

I don’t receive you by being you. If difference is to be respected, then so should mine. If difference is to be recognised, it is because we do not blend, but stand out backlit so we shine. I receive you best by being me. This heart shaped to hold yours. This depository of sorts, like … More A Poem: Difference

A Poem: Sacrilege

The evening is still and perfect hushed, but for a bird or a singing cricket, breaking the silence. Unearthly, this silence which, like a funeral shroud has fallen. Has laid its blanket wide, that any sound from man or beast seems out of place. A smudge has marred the landscape. A black mark not like … More A Poem: Sacrilege

A Poem: Darkness

And there was evening and there was morning. The first day. If something is decreed like the shadows falling, the light departing we need not fear it, or retreat from its appearance. As the dark has a certain softness that the blinding day hasn’t, a sort of Hallowed Eve, in which we take our solace. … More A Poem: Darkness

A Poem: The Body

It is said that we cannot move, or breathe without some wind stirring a star somewhere. I think that must be how prayer works. That in the moment that I conjure you up, your help is on its way. Perhaps abit like Chinese whispers, a bird might tell an angel, whose wings then brush a … More A Poem: The Body

A Poem: Heart

A poem for Lent If I were to empty my heart it would spill. I’m not sure if the drawbridge once opened would close. I’m not sure if this heart is prepared yet for Lent. Until Lent recalls to me, how the heart is wooed and welcomed, until in trust it relents. Its openings exposed … More A Poem: Heart

A Poem: Pregnant

Space is not empty. Space is pregnant, with possibility. The space we give each other, the more expansive it is, the more we are committed to preserving it, the more the space gives room for flourishing, the more a space gives a place for truth. The more we allow each other a place to grieve, … More A Poem: Pregnant