A Poem: Rise

I give up all that isn’t me, although tomorrow I know I will try for it to be retrieved. But for today, I give up what isn’t mine to carry, or feel the weight of upon my heart as if my name were engraved. Yes, today I give up all that attempts to harness the … More A Poem: Rise

A Poem: A Problem

Sit with a problem. Anything that arouses anger, fear, distress. Sit with it and watch. See how it does not stay the same though the problem might persist. See how the way it’s held has a bearing on its weight. And the shape of it evolves as we turn it in our hands. See how … More A Poem: A Problem

A Poem: Eden II

Between heaven and earth there’s an Eden. Strip of pink stretching the length of the evening’s horizon. Though a narrow band, its magic is in how its edges blend, to merge both with earth and heaven. That sometimes, when our feet are subsiding in the sand, we find our heads in the clouds. This Eden, … More A Poem: Eden II

A Poem: Go

I’m waiting for a word, like ‘Go’. And realise, ‘Go’ has already been said. ‘Go’ has been said, since the earth rounded the sun the first time. And the earth has kept up momentum no matter she might not know the goal. ‘God’ has been said since the heart first commenced its beating. Imagine this … More A Poem: Go

A Poem: Who

Who are you who is both bridge and door? Thoroughfare and threshold, path and gate. Who are you that I enter in, and who with me, walks. Has called my name, before I knew it as my own. Who are you, inside me, who makes me room, and bids me welcome. Door and bridge, thoroughfare … More A Poem: Who

A Poem: Love Because

Today I need the peace of quiet things. The beauty to remind me I’m worthy. The beauty of God’s signature. The letter without words, framed with the view. Worthiness comes and goes according to feeling, or memory. But the peace of quiet things, the beauty unadorned, but which forever greens outside the window, is a … More A Poem: Love Because

A Poem: Yeast

He gave me one loaf and told me to feed 5000. I asked him how to do this and still keep a portion for myself. He said, ‘whoever speaks of keeping has no concept of creation.’ From a void the earth was formed, and from a trickle was drawn a flood. The bread was broke … More A Poem: Yeast