A Poem: Circles

I want to draw a wide circle, wider than my hurt, wider than the grudges I feed and fuel. For when the heart is aggrieved we feel ourselves so small, boxed into corners framed by self-made walls. When the heart is aggrieved we draw our circles in, each tending to our wounded-ness alone. And if … More A Poem: Circles

A Poem: Re-Worked

What if we were wrong and the aim is not to grow, or at least not to perfect ourselves, as pots hardened in a kiln. What if we were to expand instead, and then crack slowly open. What if we made to break, and start again. What if to shatter, just now and again, felt … More A Poem: Re-Worked

A Poem: Willing

I make a world without you, an identity apart from you, and you humble me to bend the knee, to kneel and spread my hands. What good is everything, insubstantial, apart from your blessing, without you to tie it together, to imbue it with the colours and form of your name, your grace. And so … More A Poem: Willing

A Poem: Water

I think I remember last time, you didn’t hear my prayer, so I hesitate to trust. Sometimes, when we have done all we can, we need you to carry the rest, without spilling a drop. But sometimes, even you, let it overflow. And so I ask, what are the odds this time that I can … More A Poem: Water

A Poem: A Sky Blue

The human heart is a deep deep well. Or a sky blue until we’ve fallen in, and then its indigo until its black, and everything then is done by feel. The human heart is a wide wide expanse. Of desert, and wildernesses and wild flowers springing where we’ve not tread. And of vistas, such that … More A Poem: A Sky Blue