A Poem: Counting

Teach me to number my days God. Teach me howto put down a numeral,to place it in your hands. Not to measure it out,not to attempt to live to its extent.Its length and height,and stretch. Not to worry myself aboutthe filling. But help me to sit. To sit and count my fingers,slow,where they fall on … More A Poem: Counting

A Poem: Pilgrimage

It’s given to me –all the seeds of possibility. My way, though it may appear steep,impeded, I see each rock as though placed,given its reason. And each valley,with its climb to the top, a route giving wayto a view – of mountains steep,rock scree, shrub and bush –a glimpse of sea. Everything, a path through,a … More A Poem: Pilgrimage

A Poem: Big

Kindness allows youto be bigger than you are. Kindness means you can do those thingsthat seem too hard. Draw a wider circle –forgive. Do it for kindness,if not for yourself. And you might find kindnesshas done for you what nothing else could,to open the heart. Kindness, a circle as wide as the heartcan contemplate on … More A Poem: Big

A Poem: Time

We trust in time to heal all things.We trust in time, like a strand of hairthat was and isn’t and then regrows,to furnish us with everything needed. To hold, to birth, to witness,to watch the fading out to blue smoke,of all that we had thoughtof immense import. Yes, we trust in time to open, close.To … More A Poem: Time

A Poem: Something Else

To everything there is an antidote,and if not an antidote,a replacement,and if a not a replacement,something else. For everything lostthere is something other,something otherwiseto place inour rising hope. Even if just for the moment it takesto draw our breath,rise up from our tears,griefs, failings,whatever it is that has emptied the heart out. To open our … More A Poem: Something Else

A Poem: The Kingdom

The Kingdom of God is like a birdwhose nest is blown down in a storm,but sings still –the resource at its disposal,all the world God owns. The Kingdom of God is like a hand,opening and closing at God’s pleasure,and will –trading the jewels of wealth and privilegefor the pearl of greater worth. The Kingdom of … More A Poem: The Kingdom

A Poem: Petals

We watch them fall. We pick them,knowingin the pickingwe have already seenthe last bloomsfading out,parchment dryin the mind’s eye. But we pick them,all the same. We pick them,knowing thateverything pickedis briefas the day’s light,come and goneto grief, too quick,too soon. So we watch them fall. And the vase becomesa memorial.The petals a stain of red,of … More A Poem: Petals

A Poem: Need

There is no feeling for which Goddoes not give permission.No need that does not have roomfor expression, expansion –to uncoil,lay down,roll itself out as parchment spread,to see what’s written.To decipher in the shape of letters,the curved arc of longing,the long length of loss,the tight rounding turns of disappointment. And there is no feelingfor which God … More A Poem: Need

A Poem: Feathers

Ah, we have whipped our wingsfor long now,fluttered ourselves to stillness,come back down to calm,the heart beating hard in the breast,coming home. And we have brought our wings in.We have after speakingand tearing the airin frantic movement,come to a sudden lack of words,to exhaustion. Everything has knocked us –like a windstorm,that the stuffing is showing … More A Poem: Feathers