And of my weeping something has been left, Which must die now
Tell me when, How much
Sorry eyes have taken in, And then repelled
There is no evening sorrow too soon or slow, For love's door
Dream again now, Night comes sure
Empty-armed, Enfolded, Sleep tight my love
The morning will beckon us once more
First light is in our breaking
Monday, 8 December 2008
Sunday, 30 November 2008
No Room
The house is full
The door shut
Under lock and key
To keep in the old
Exclude the new
Ban possibility
Pale light smoulders
Shadows lengthen
No invite
But a star is high
And a way unfolds
Drive on dark night
No room
No welcome
Such a long ride
House shut
Door filled in
Baby is born this cold eve
Outside
The door shut
Under lock and key
To keep in the old
Exclude the new
Ban possibility
Pale light smoulders
Shadows lengthen
No invite
But a star is high
And a way unfolds
Drive on dark night
No room
No welcome
Such a long ride
House shut
Door filled in
Baby is born this cold eve
Outside
Friday, 31 October 2008
Afterword
When it was all over I asked the wisest man I could find which way to go. He looked me straight in the heart and said “Stay right here and let the silence fill you.”
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
Spring in Winter
My heart is not afraid anymore
My eyes are not dazzled by the glitz and glamour of this world
Blinded by the clamour
Or clouded by the judgments of others
I do not presume, assume, consume
Or take for granted anymore
God's loving kindness and compassion
I give space to my soul's expression
My soul is like newly washed curtains that I must draw at nightfall
So I can abide, confide, not strive
And open them again at the dawning of a new day
This causes me to come and go with rejoicing
A spring in my step though it may be winter all around
In my travelling, arriving, waiting returning or departing
There is a distance to cross
A journey, a race, a destination to reach
A space to exist within
At last
It's the palm of His hand
My eyes are not dazzled by the glitz and glamour of this world
Blinded by the clamour
Or clouded by the judgments of others
I do not presume, assume, consume
Or take for granted anymore
God's loving kindness and compassion
I give space to my soul's expression
My soul is like newly washed curtains that I must draw at nightfall
So I can abide, confide, not strive
And open them again at the dawning of a new day
This causes me to come and go with rejoicing
A spring in my step though it may be winter all around
In my travelling, arriving, waiting returning or departing
There is a distance to cross
A journey, a race, a destination to reach
A space to exist within
At last
It's the palm of His hand
don't go back
what will u find?
no child hides
no room prepared
no table laid
the dying are busy
burying the living
strange cloud eclipes
the star
the wind of repetition
blows and blows
don't go back
she is here
the child
travels with u
no child hides
no room prepared
no table laid
the dying are busy
burying the living
strange cloud eclipes
the star
the wind of repetition
blows and blows
don't go back
she is here
the child
travels with u
flying home
horizon coloured sunset
ocean boat plane
there was a call
there is a name
waves far below
soundless soundless sea
sited land
wing tips
lights flicker
ocean boat plane
there was a call
there is a name
waves far below
soundless soundless sea
sited land
wing tips
lights flicker
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
turning of a season
swiftly summer light descends into autumn breeze
beloved, tell me what I cannot see
as the leaves are falling from the trees
beloved, tell me what I cannot see
as the leaves are falling from the trees
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