There is no wind
to lift a kite,
no stars garlanding
the night
to lift a dream,
just the beat
of heart and time
to mark the chance
a life can take,
not bound by bread
and circuses
but squirrelling
the happier days,
valuing
the people met
and letting wrongs
fall by the way.
I am my own boat
What a fine line it is, to live in the beauty cresting each moment, to live in the effervescence of life that will flow unbidden if I allow its majesty, the hidden majesty of just being here, now; not to follow its surge of pleasure into plans and dreams, into the busy reaches of thought, or to tip the other way into lurking fear of emptiness, of failure. I am my own boat to ride its current of stillness.
Winter Grace
Thanks for this oh so glorious day,
the white frosting the trees,
the roots hidden and holding,
the sun muted but listening,
the air waiting in branches
and all the warmth gathered
in the grey-brown of bare bark.
A still-life silhouette
waiting for a new season,
a naked landscape
minding the moment,
no rush and froth,
no hanging on to
last year’s favours,
no straining for
tomorrow’s buds of green.
A silent holding of space,
a frieze of stiff fingers in cotton gowns,
a meditation of grace.
Christmas
The lights are strung,
the trees have come
inside
reminding us to celebrate
the return of nature
as well as the birth
of a child.
And have we tasted
all that was promised
when a child of God,
the son of a woman,
became the Son of Man?
That we too
have God in our veins
and love in our hearts,
and can help
meet the thirst
of this world.
Here and now
How can the day not be blessed when we start it together, sharing the sun, sharing the peace? Here and now, all is well. There are no concerns or pressures, just light twinkling on a spun web, on a dew-jewelled lawn. This is not an escape from life, this is sitting in the centre of it from which gratitude and abundance can flow. I present my soul to the day, to the sun, and I receive theirs back. We are partners together.