Who are these? Blessed and blessing, Anchored and anchoring; We all know them, the lifegivers: Of whom we might say: "Quod plantatum est" Veritable trees of Eden They are: reliable, constant, Faithful in giving up (For all those of us who walk by) Their own unique fruit - Pleasing to heart's eye, Their every word…Read more Planted (Psalm 1)
How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is given: Sidling secretly, deity's day; Furtively (thief-like), into A willing womb, In an unwilling world. How silently, how silently The errant exiles' homeward Route is cleared: before our eyes Ravines are raised, The rocks made roads, And Home Himself comes running. How silently, how silently The herald…Read more Advenit
Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts By the inspiration of your Holy Spirit... For the filth of fear clings close, Closer than our skins, ingrained Within our every thought and word And deed. The deep suspicion that We, unloved, are on our own, that Heaven should be feared, Earth fought, And neighbours held at bay,…Read more Soak Our Souls
Teach us the ways of gentleness (of peace). Teach us to recall the faces we've seen Or despaired of ever seeing: The faces that tell us, Unreservedly, they are for us. Not, now, for themselves Or their pressing needs. Not for an end that makes Them mean and us their means. Not our competition, nor…Read more The forgotten virtue
Free at last, free at last... Free from others' control, injustice: unbound From their games, their stupid rules used To reduce, reject, exclude. Free, flown the nest, stretching wings Made to be stretched; parents' hopes Fulfilled in our new world. Free, ourselves, adrift, horizons empty, Our new creation reflecting only Our own voices, choices; void.…Read more Independence Day (the morning after)
How can I love you? Your face, your smells Repel me. Your arrogance And foolishness appal me. Your hate and anger grate On my ears, crush my Spirit, bring ruin to all I hope and believe in. Neither you, nor any Other, even notice - Let alone give thanks - For what I say And…Read more How?
Hands up, you precious coins Stuffed down the side Of sofas. Hands up, you buried Talents, wasted, wasting Away, Awaiting the light of Day, a hand up, a hand Out Of this, your enforced Idleness, forgotten Cages. What price discovering the pearl That is this human resource, Treasure Beyond compare, worth The sale of all…Read more Hidden Treasures