I laid down today and you laid with me. My eyes closed inside, although I was resting upright. My grasp loosened, my hold let go. If this is what its like to die or be at peace with not knowing, then good. I trust. All is well. All manner of things I count to … More A Poem: Trust
Oh Lord if I can die to you in the little things, I can then die when it counts. When it matters if I let go, or hold on. When all that matters loses its meaning, in the bigger gain. Oh Lord, if I can practice letting go today, then tomorrow I will with ease, … More A Poem: Learning to Die
We don’t always know which road to take, although we perceive your face at every bend. The way unclear, slowly reveals to our eyes, so slow to discern, that which-ever option we choose to take, even that of staying put, you always wait for us with utmost courtesy. As though we didn’t have time to … More A Poem: Turn-Points
It is my job as a poet seer, as one who feels before I see to find the words, even if it hurts. To carry the light into dark corners. To bring the word that turns the heart, the word that speaks into the barren centre that it might spring to life. We are each … More A Poem: Gift
I will climb to you by a ladder made from the days I’ve put behind me and those I’m yet to live When the sun is hard to find I will then add a rung and it will lead me higher still to seek its dawning light. I can climb to you. Although you’re never … More A Poem: A Ladder
Happiness is here its under the oak tree, or the open sky of blue, or stars against the dark. It’s in the breeze, soft against my skin, or strong enough to blow all my efforts apart. So that I simply am here right now; nothing brought to bear on this time. Nothing to take away … More A Poem: A Moment
There comes a day when it no longer matters what others think. All that matters now is that we follow our own lead. That we no longer resist the urge to get our feet wet. At the waterside. At the harbour, where we draw our own tide. Yes all that matters now is that we … More A Poem: There comes a day
We have peace and plenty here. Can you hear it in the silence, and the hum of life in this place. That carries like a musical refrain, from one ear to the next, from your heart to mine. We have love in this place. Its in the space where your foot lifts and mine rests. … More A Poem: Our Place
Songs have breath. Music has width, and length, and breadth. Our voice has a sound still, that can lift us beyond our grief. Our fingers still, can touch the notes that bring release. For God is not dead. His love, wide and long, and deep, defies our measurement. And when loss lowers our utterances to … More A Poem: Song
Honour your body. It is your waka, the vessel you navigate the tributaries of life. It holds the treasure of your mind and heart. It is the anchor for your spirit’s flight. Give it is full due. Treat it with the dignity and care that you would one who serves you. Treasure your heart. It … More A Poem: Te Whare Tapa Wha
Living Tree Poetry 