I fall asleep to my petitions, and wake with praise on my lips and the sense of something turned around, as I slept. “I make all things new”, He says. Just like the sun, on a new day is the same but rises clothed afresh in a thousand different shades. Just as the sun makes … More A Poem: Pray without Ceasing
This too will pass. This will pass like the sun rising. This will pass like a breath of wind across the face of a leaf. Like the butterfly, who just this morning came, in a flash of bright colour, and then went. It will pass. Those things you worry at now, with the tip of … More A Poem: This will Pass
You are our way. You are our path. You are the ground upon which we walk. The place we lay our head. You are our daily bread. You give us our questions, and the answers, but not always as we expect. You are both our need. And the fulfilment of it. But there is a … More A Poem: Our Daily Bread
Life is a circle. You can get on and off at any point. You can fall and fail. You can rest and deflate. You can wait, and build your strength, to hold on in the whirl. Morning’s a reminder of renewal. Things turn, and change in the dark. As we shed skin and renew cells … More A Poem: Life is a Circle
Living Tree Poetry 