A Poem: Falling

I am falling like the rain like the light through the broken clouds I am falling like a leaf whose time it is to drop like a musical note carried aloft to your ear and mine. I am falling like the sun like someone who realises there are no more supports for the weight we … More A Poem: Falling

A Poem: Heaven

They tell me there is no heaven on earth. But I have found pieces that resemble it and have put them together with a bonding agent made of hope and faith. And love, that when the sun strikes it in a certain way, the whole picture comes alight, as something from another place. They tell … More A Poem: Heaven

A Poem: Beauty

Beauty falls like rain, we can’t catch every drop, but we stand still with mouths open to slack our aching thirst. Beauty grows like leaves on the greening tree, we try to grasp the outline of each stunning leaf but can’t. Our eyes can only take in so much. Beauty rolls in like waves on … More A Poem: Beauty

A Poem: September

New leaves, lavender stems, buds on the climbing rose, dew on the grass, lit by the sun emerging from a sky of soft blue, as eggshell, or a newborn’s gaze. I see all this as something all of a sudden new, unveiled to eyes that had winter’s blinkers on. How long had the yellow spring … More A Poem: September

A Poem: Gift

It is my job as a poet seer, as one who feels before I see to find the words, even if it hurts. To carry the light into dark corners. To bring the word that turns the heart, the word that speaks into the barren centre that it might spring to life. We are each … More A Poem: Gift

A Poem: A Ladder

I will climb to you by a ladder made from the days I’ve put behind me and those I’m yet to live When the sun is hard to find I will then add a rung and it will lead me higher still to seek its dawning light. I can climb to you. Although you’re never … More A Poem: A Ladder

A Poem: Good

Whatever fills our soul God gives us that. He is pouring wine into cups. We are to just hold ours out. He causes the sun to rise on all. The earth is ours and all that’s good. And as my skin responds to the warmth of a late winters morning, I see dew still on … More A Poem: Good