Category Archives: Poems

  So death is out walking our streets again, don’t follow him to see where he goes, don’t catch his eye or touch his clothes, just look away and let him by and pay your respect with a silent sigh. Know that in time your heart will soften, you’ll recall the person, not the coffin,Continue reading “Death”

dropped me off here nearly seventy years ago, I watched it go, it’s warmth, the smell of diesel and it’s golden windows disappearing into the night.   It wasn’t long before the dawn came and I could see where I was, but it took me much longer to work out why I was here. I’m not complaining, byContinue reading “The night bus”

At first he was delighted, delighted at all the things he could do. But as time passed he found that much of what he did caused distress to others so he did less and less. It took a while but eventually he ended up like the rest of us here in the woodland, sitting withContinue reading “Gold”

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 didContinue 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, believeContinue 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 turnContinue 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 aContinue reading “Healing”