If I took off my hat, would I be ‘Lisa, less a hat?’ If I took off my coat, my shoes perhaps, even my dress, would I be ‘Lisa, less the worth of all I wear?’ And if I take down my hair, and wash my face, and clean all the colour from my eyes … More A Poem: Less
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
Loss is so deep there are no words to define its meaning, that we can speak. It is empty, like the ringing of a bell gone silent. Or the rush of the bird that all of a sudden takes flight. We are left alone. And that alone, is overwhelming. We can no longer stand up … More A Poem: Wordless
God taught me of love. How it was a like a kite, that you lengthen and let loose. Or the string of a bow that sets an arrow on its path. I guess, nothing he taught me was that it was something you kept. Rather it was something that you kept on giving out; like … More A Poem: Flight
“Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow…short-lived care. The life that has no ending, the tearless life is there. There God, our King and Portion… in fullness of His Grace, We shall then see forever, and worship face to face.” Bernard of Cluny “In the torment of the insufficiency of everything attainable, we come … More Daily Inspiration, 13 Mar 16
If you could see the circle of our house, you who have lost. You might see that just because, they are for a moment out of sight; they have not gone. No, our house is higher, and wider in circumference, than what we can measure with our mortal senses, and human minds. If we could … More A Poem: If you could see
I sat on a bank once, as a child. I listened to the pine branches above move to their own melody in the breeze, and I smelt their scent, enter into my heart, by a passage I had not known was there, to stain the memory. So that now, if you take me to … More A Poem: The Pines
Ah I thought… I love everything. The summer sun; the leaves on the shimmering trees; the breeze through the open window. But the fleeting fantail that just flew to alight on the branch, teaches me that life and its gifts, run ever out. A closed fist holds nothing of worth. While an open hand, though … More A Poem: Ah
Living Tree Poetry 