Category: Poetry

  • Earth Rising

    As our eyes are drawn upwards for ascension. Watching the drift of far off clouds disperse rising to heights we cannot attain with expectant dreams of far off lands.  How far will our next step take us as the Earth rises up to meet our foot fall and we are once again connected?  And of…

  • conversation

    Conversation kindles a fire for justice.  In gathering and hearing stories, lives are touched as folk are stirred with hope and passion for new beginnings.  Meanwhile the old arguments exude collusions and illusions of grandeur.  Behind closed doors executive words seem empty, unable to move beyond content and agreeable noises.  Stop a while, listen, respect…

  • unspoken

    There is a connection of unspoken conversation which drifts between worlds when walking, journeying together.  We become more than two souls on a road. That spirit expands again at journey’s end.  We who remain are hungry for more than bread broken. Then, the space between us has changed and though we part we are as…

  • in a crowded room

    You arrived late, you always did as I recall and you came and sat there in the midst of them.  One or two moved up to give you space in the crowded room though that might have been on account of your eclectic clothing and unkempt hair. Yet your bright eyes and half smile spoke…

  • marriage blossom

    As two we love are wed – long time in the making – together in this marriage families unite within bonds of love of friendships already held.  This moment, a new beginning nurtured over years and upon relationships of old. May this new found love flourish bringing to birth a blossom burst of old and…

  • arrivals gate

    At the arrivals gate a family gathers. A few curious onlookers stop to see. No royalty here, no armed guard just a donkey and her colt carrying a sole figure.  From Bethany perhaps where wine, bread and olives were shared before for this journey.  Another gate not so far away soldiers come to keep the…

  • Hosannas

    Hosannas ring through the city as the gentle king on a borrowed back vulnerable, humble, unarmed enters. Time for withdrawing to the hills is over. Confrontation comes carried along with their cries.  Who dare stand out in this crowd? From wilderness to city, calm to conflict much more than bread is broken with friends afraid…

  • Coda

    Coda The gentle imperative that begins deep in your heart.  It is the whisper that will not let go no matter how hard you try to ignore it.  As the beating drum of the world goes on insisting the path we tread.  Turn aside, see before us the waters are stirred up there is an…

  • Spirit Song

    We go from the graveyard. It is enveloped in silence once again. Yet trees blossom with birdsong filtering down to the hoard of black clad mourners walking by. Effortless melody humbles the feeble tunes we sang. Our discordant attempt to speak of the unseen in that liminal space is lacking when you hear the bird…

  • wilderness is when…

    Wilderness is when: So I’m told, a place is undiscovered, wild, untamed. and temptation waits with eager longing. But wilderness is closer in a digital age if your work is pencil by default. When all around broadcast happy lives the silent screen says all is not well. Wilderness is sitting on a street corner as…