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

A Poem: Presence

Your presence abides.Like the rockoff which the water runs. Your presence sitsas the birds flock near,undisturbed. Your presence lies surrenderedand therein finds its strength,in undoing. We ask questionsflung into the night,dark – asking,which star to draw downhas the answer written? But you sitabiding,a rock in the river running. Your presence beckoning,saying – ‘here, leave your … More A Poem: Presence

A Poem: Naked

What’s it like to walk naked?What is it like to shedall the mechanismsthat hitherto served us,kept us enclosed? What is it like to decidenot to hide,like there is something to fearin being ourselves,something to protect,to shield others from? Yes, what is it like, to live?Carrying a light that illuminatesthe crevices, as though the shadowsharboured something … More A Poem: Naked

A Poem: Full Stop

God loves us as mother, father.We must ask no-one else to do the tending. God says ‘I love you’.  Full stop. In that, is everything. We dance in relationship,mother, father, sister, brother,daughter, son. We dance alone. We dance estranged, at fingertips,in close embrace. Even then, God is mother, fathersister, brother. The ones we’ve been given,sought, … More A Poem: Full Stop

Bread II

Bread.We each are given bread. Not to consume. No, the bread we are givenis not for our own sustaining, although we will eat tooand be satisfied. No, the bread we each possess,risen like a dough kneaded, left to rise alonein its place – this bread is brought to lifethrough heat, baked and broken,torn to many … More Bread II

A Poem: Attention

I see so many peoplecounting the cost. But beauty does not take a backward step,a departing bow. I think instead if we take up a chair,pull alongside, beauty serves us,washes our feet,pours out wine, anoints our hairwith oil. I see so many peoplemeasuring griefs. But beauty does not read chartsor statistics – just attends. Attends … More A Poem: Attention

A Poem: Falling

When we have learned to fall like the leaves, when we have learned to move like grassto the flow of wind, when we have learned to mountthe precipice, as a deer on a ridge – or as a dancer might pirouetteon the head of a pin – when we have learnedto blossom at the touch … More A Poem: Falling