If there is loneliness it should not be here.Not in the world with its myriad colours, sights, scents, sounds. Yes, the day I let loneliness have the last saywill be the day I did not open my eyes to Love’s attentions. She is always the first and last guest to the party.The one who brings … More A Poem: Not Here

Ah, so you don’t think you know God?God is grace, more than anything else.And grace is everywhere. God has her earthand her sky, and in between spreadsherself out. You walk upon her,and she is the very atmosphere,the air you breathe:  the utmost edge,the highest. And she is the softness of snow,or more like the quilt … More A Poem: Knowing God

I want to write of joy, but not the joy that parades,the joy that needs bells and whistles,occasions. I want to write of joy that arrives in every season,that undergirds all the fleeting feelingsarising. I want to write of joy, but not of the overblown rose withher scents and opulence,her full headed extravagance, but of … More A Poem: Joy’s Face

Everything is too beautifulto take into my mouth, to swallow down so Ican keep a taste. I read my bookand am in Cairo, seeing the pyramidsthrough canvas in the dark, the unearthly glow,the lamplight. And hear my music,its midday, outside the birds are singingas though their morning song were not enough. And I put down … More A Poem: Too Much

There’s much talk about finding heaven here,and then again we know this as a waiting room. Sometimes I feel like a bridetrying on her wedding clothes, what else but anticipation is felt in the spring sunshine,under the apple blossoms. Other times, I fight to be worthy of myself,and waiting seems a long walk. And heaven … More A Poem: Waiting

I will chase beauty until I find herthough she has fallen from the sky.I will find her in the cracks between the pavements,the bright bloom escaping the hedge,the white tipped waves on the horizon. She is almost the more beautifulfor surviving against the odds,and she does not cost the earth.She is our antidote to everything … More A Poem: Beauty Chaser

I can hear you cheeringbefore I even reach your feet.You will not let me enter your presencewith blood on my hands,guilt in my face. I can hear you say,‘lift your head’.That anyone who comes to youyou’ve already pronouncedclean, whole. And in the shadow of your love, I feel,even before I take your hand,that I am … More A Poem: Cheering

Grace has a secret for you.She has everything packaged,stored. As in her private gardenshe leads us, dancing muse,to where she holds us captiveby the way she’s corralled the sky,drawn the sea. Grace has an assurance.She has everything catered,invested. In her loose raiment,hair lit by the sun,she is the treasurewe hadn’t dared to pray,the hope we … More A Poem: Grace’s Secret

What does it mean to say Yes?Part of me is afraid that Yes is a leap,a large wide open ‘Y’,a stretch of muscle and limb,a reach in each direction –that Yes looks more like aa fall, a deep wide open abyss. But, what does it mean to say Yes?Perhaps God is reflected in the way … More A Poem: Yes to Surrender

Did you come home today?Did it feel like this? Warmth, heatin the cold,sweet cool on your feet in the sun. Did it rise upto meet you on the walk,did it open its door? Yellow,as the pansies in their pot,or the bulbs in a jar. And did it smelllike coffee,or dinner when you’re famished. Did the … More A Poem: Home