Prayer is our armour,peace a shield,Your presence is a guardagainst the night. Great Mother,we drink from your breast.Great Father,we fall into your deep wellof all sufficient love. Like the woman who asked for the waterthat would forever satisfy,so she would not have to venture out,we ask for water over our heads,baptising,pouring from our limbs,our skin. … More A Prayer: All Sufficient
There is a waythe sea holds the shore.One would think the solid,apparently insurmountable thingcontained the greater strength. But there is a waythe sea comes inconstant and sure,moving its body of weightto mould itselfagainst the cliff’s sheer edge,undeterred, that its hard face softensover timefrom rock to sand. There is a waythe snow falls sure,gently on branchesthat … More A Poem: A Way
In the great silencethe flowers seeded and grew,the rain fell, the land took a breath,exhaled.The sun turned on its wheelheedless to the forecast doom. In the great silencethe leaves folded, took their queueand detached from the branch,to become the first fruitof a fallen carpet,destined for mulch. In the great silence, north and south,the seasons changed,exchanged … More A Poem: The Great Silence
And God came down,said he would appear when we least expected. And God came here,slipping in behind a door left open. Appearing like an angel bearing gifts. And we were too fearfulto believe, too blind to see,restless for peace, too anxious to trust the darknesseasing, shifting its dark wings,its swirling skirts. As we,locked into a … More A Poem: God Appearing
Have you ever heard a word or two and thought, ‘I knew that too?’ Somewhere within…. Did you ever want to articulate each word of knowledge spoken, the wisest nuggets ever shared, the things to which you’ve resonated with ‘me too’, like a little ‘ah’ of certainty, of kindred-ship. Have you thought if you did … More A Poem: Still-Point
We have been given a body in which to experience space, proximity, life in all its intimacy, and solitude. The mind, the heart, the spirit, each are earthed, grounded by the being that feels first by flesh – via skin, that sensitive covering, though which all sensations move, and affection is given, received. The self … More A Poem: Feeling
I bemoaned the lack of things. A certain symmetry, or correct aligning. A certain youthful vignette from memory. A certain flush, a just bloomed, rounded, skin of apple – a store-bought peach, blemish-free. I bemoaned the silver thread. White-water crest of waves through a river long and dark, its only shine now caught under starlight. … More A Poem: God’s Garden
If we had a true understanding of time would we have one foot in and one foot witnessing, how in a future tense we might find ourselves dreaming of the solidity of the here and now. If we had a true understanding would we do our best to stop time’s momentum, would we set ourselves, … More A Poem: Time’s Passage
Someone gave us memory in sepia tones, rose coloured hints. Someone knew that the past, as a door closed, no longer accessible, was a step too cruel. So someone gave us sounds and smells, scenes to provoke us to reminiscence – and imagination to fill in the long blanks, to make a narrative out of … More A Poem: Memory II
Three of the most beautiful lines: ‘He does not raise his voice; He does not crush the weak, or quench the smallest hope.’ So all our hopes, though they might beat against our chest with wings, or lie smaller than a mustard seed hidden in the hand, can grow in time like the tall grass … More A Poem: Grass
