I can see by the light in your eyes that you have travelled far, so old and yet so young. I can hear a train in the distance, it’s windows filled with golden light. Soon we will be passengers again, you and I. You should have seen what I saw this morning! The wayContinue reading “Travellers”
Pace yourself these last few furlongs, let time unravel before you, it would be a shame to rush the last few steps, they are the best part of the whole journey. When the finish is in sight and anticipation at its height measure your steps, walk slowly and let yourself be seen. Let themContinue reading “Walking”
Do you think a violent man deserves mercy, tenderness and love? Of course he does. He is violent because he doesn’t have those things within him, or because they are buried so deeply they are lost to his sight. To the violent man mercy is the violence of the Gods.
The berries ripened and then dropped one by one into the lake water, nobody saw them fall, nobody saw the great carp silently rising to greet them. The empty windows of the cabin looked impassively on, the mice made nests in the rugs, the snow came, the lake froze over, and the rustingContinue reading “The Island”
The dawn was breathtaking this morning. As I got up to go into the house to get my camera I heard a voice say, ‘No David, this dawn is for you to experience not to record, be still, be still and bear this beauty with me.’
You gave yourself to me without restraint, every part of you, the perfect sacred lover. As for me, I was writhing on the bed of my discontent at the time, and didn’t even notice.
I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular when they came over, I just looked up and there they were, a host of silver angels on the wing, bent on some purpose, I know not what. The perfect majesty of heaven moving with inexorable grace, indifferent to what was below them save through theirContinue reading “Clouds”
He spoke Light, the language we had all forgotten, and left His words in the doorways they opened, so that those doors could never close again.
What did you learn, how did you use the gift of your life? I learned how easily gold slips through my fingers, and how much despair fallen gold creates. But I learned something else too, something about my heart and about love, that love can make a new kind of gold from my mistakes, aContinue reading “Fallen Gold”
I’m impressionable, everything affects me, every look, every feeling, every kindness, every carelessness act, my own and others. By the end of the day I’m dimpled like the page of an old letterpress book, then gradually in the night, my flesh expands and becomes smooth again, the impressions lift off and are stored in theContinue reading “Vulnerable”