A Poem: Hello

‘Oh, Hello morning. That you come round again to visit, is always a thing of wonder to me.’ And in return you say, ‘Hello Soul. Its time to wake and wear your colours, like me. Not the same as yesterday, but a flourish here and there, as new paints arrived in the post, opened and … More A Poem: Hello

A Poem: Loose

Did this garden ask anything of me? Planted it only sought the light and nourishment of life. It only inclined towards the North to where the sun burned warmest. Without my taming solicitous hand it grows and thrives. And I stand blessed to watch, and I stand small here, underneath. Does life ask anything of … More A Poem: Loose

A Poem: The Temple

We come and the angels are clearing the road, for we come bearing treasure. We come with bare feet and hands hardly aware of what it is we carry. Vessels of clay with our holy consignment. Re-dignified, and exhorted to raise our heads, we breathe and feel our ribs, temple of the living Spirit expand … More A Poem: The Temple

A Poem: No Word

No word is wasted. The prayers spoken, the heart’s unwinding, nothing is said in vain, though the answers seem lacking. No word is without a hearing, no voice without an inclined ear, receiving its pourings, its truths and its delusions, its fears and pleas. No word is without a considered response, though we mightn’t know … More A Poem: No Word

A Poem: Your Name

God, your name is on my tongue. Not as an entreaty, or as a question. Nor as an explanation for all that I believe. But as a simple breath. An exhalation of relief. A name, like a lover might repeat, over and over, to remind himself of  the one with whom he lies replete. God, … More A Poem: Your Name

A Poem: The Answer

Did you want me to give you an answer? I am sorry, I didn’t hear the question. And I didn’t arrive with answers. Life speaks to me in little truths that don’t bear witness to anything else, but the thing that they stand on in that moment. But all these things find their source in … More A Poem: The Answer

A Poem: Tender

Stay tender hurt can be a friend, softening the heart. And the soft heart, has eyes and ears to see and hear. Sensitive to life. And the tears that easily shed are like rain, that the fertile ground melts to receive. Stay true there is much to mar our dreams of how life should be. … More A Poem: Tender

A Poem: Weight

What weighs you down? Ask yourself what – what it is? And remember that, as your feet touch the ground, as you step into each day the only point with earth is your flesh underfoot. The rest, reaches up like some pointing hand to the sky and to the space which forever extends. So what … More A Poem: Weight