Author Archives: david davidson

The trains don’t stop here anymore but I can see them passing through, and sometimes in the winter I step onto the tracks, into the slipstream of one that has hurried past to feel the warmth it leaves behind, the scent of the people, the coffee and the oil, listen to the sound of theContinue reading “Trains”

  Some people, when they walked through my heart, left a golden thread behind them, so I could find them when they were gone.   And when I fell, I really fell, I found those threads also bore my weight.

Sometimes I look over at you, or I hear you speak and I think, ‘I hardly even know you.’ But it’s not in the way you look or even what you say that the knowing exists. I know your heart and how like to my own it is.

When the trees started growing the first thing the stars did was to teach the leaves to sing, how be like them, how to be in harmony, together and apart. The stars knew that one day their brothers and sisters would want to visit the earth, but they worried that when they did the sheerContinue reading “The Breeze”

Don’t tell me, don’t talk to me, don’t stand in my way. You think I don’t know that even on a good day I am morally ambiguous? That’s because I need to see, to find out for myself what is and what is not. Don’t ask me to agree with your views, believe in oneContinue reading “Don’t”

The sky is clear and dark, the air is cool and I am here, waiting in the garden for the earth to turn. Waiting for the light of the sun to creep across the oceans, over the farms and the fields and through the buildings of this city, waiting for it to turn the cloudsContinue reading “Turning”

As usual I woke up feeling sad this morning, now I am in the garden, it’s 5.30am, dark, windy and balmy, and I have thirty delicious minutes all to myself, here in nature, here with God, the only one who knows me well enough to heal me. But it’s not really a healing is it?Continue reading “Healing”

It’s stronger in the night, in the day something else takes over, something more reasonable that knows what must be done for everything and everyone else, but not for me. When I sleep I am newborn, powerless to my Soul, and though ravished and ravaged by turn, my heart knows no fear.

A family of pigeons have made their home on our roof. I watch them from the garden as they fly off in great arcs and return. Somewhere deep down inside I know how to do that, how to fly. I don’t mean that I can imagine it, I mean that I remember it, it’s storedContinue reading “Flight”

Yesterday was hot, in the evening the sunset was the most spectacular I have ever seen around here and this morning the dawn was beautiful. They say that today is going to be even hotter. Inside my breathing is slow and easy and the ocean is calm. The breeze doesn’t stop at my face, itContinue reading “Weather Report”