Friday 30 March 2012

It is:

it is time:
here is the day
hastening
towards
me

how narrow
the confines
how wide
the arms
how high the love
and how so very
deep down
is the depth
of self

ah
there it is

Friday 9 March 2012

un-fold-ing

this is a tiredness
beyond all previous
tiredness-es
stronger, weightier
fiercer in its drive
towards dark

ah, how far is the sea
this inland place has so 
bound-ed me

today there is a deeper
feeling than any
previously felt
resting under
the winter sun
waiting for the
great dis-spell-ment
and the unfolding
of hands



identities

layers of clothes
- put on by fair and rough
hands - 
have labelled us
and made us the image
not of God
no …
really
we would need to
tremble naked
weeping
to know who we are
yes …
really