Category Archives: Poems

When things startto get out of hand beloved onesthink of me, my hands are larger than yoursand my arms encircle the world, I see it all, what can be done,what cannot be done and what will come, my love is great,great enough for everything there is, so let go in trustand feel my trust returnedContinue reading “Let’s go”

The light was soft and gentlewhen I went out for my early walk this morning,the pavement was wet and littered with magnolia blossom,everything was fresh, the air was filled with birdsong and the scent of springand I felt as if I was making my way through the garden of a tea house in Japan,as IContinue reading “Roshi”

I am never alone,even when I am out in the early hours,even in the centre of this overcrowded citythere are curious foxes to keep me companyrobins, thrushes and blackbirds to listen toand occasionally another early walkerto nod and grunt at as we pass each other,but the best thing is that I feel part of itContinue reading “Family”

I no longer have much timefor the conventions of my profession,after forty odd years working as a psychotherapistI have pretty well worked out what I am good for and what I’m not,people have so many different ways of survivingand managing life’s woundsthat one size can’t possibly fit all,I have finally come to understand that healingdoesn’tContinue reading “Work”

Maybe Christ was able to helpthe sick, the blind and the poor because unlikethe clever, the sophisticated and the powerfultheir suffering had rendered them soft and humble,so instead of turning on each other they wereable understand what he was saying and turned to God instead. DF. W-S 2024 XXXV/VIII

The rich in coinare poor in spirit,preachers preachbecause they must learn,terrorists intimidatebecause they are terrified,politicians want powerbecause they have noneand the sly and deviousfeel worthless inside,only those who lovewalk in the ways of God. DF. W-S 2024 XXXV/VII

Each timeI read my poemsI give something ofmyself away, it’s like a little death,something I have to suffer a little grief overbecause if I don’t then what’s waiting its turn toreach me meets a deaf ear and turns away tofind the ear of somebody who can hear it. DF. W-S 2024 XXXV/VI