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 Christmas Poetry: Blue Season

We are stories within a story. Narratives within the larger Word. Even while we question meaning or reason, we have comfort in knowing how it ends. More than players on a stage we have our own self-determination. We are safe to make decisions and choices within the provision of an all-encompassing plan. Advent reminds us … More Christmas Poetry: How it Ends

You can do this without us. Move the earth through its orbit, the courses of the stars you keep on track. The galaxies whose music you orchestrate, sing from millennium to millennium. That you can do this without us we so know. Which is why we are amazed still that you don’t. Have not left … More Christmas Poetry: Without Us