Healing

Posted on November 7, 2017

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It’s 5.30am, dark, windy and balmy
 
In tha garden this morning,
 
as usual I woke depressed
 
and now I have a 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? 
 
It’s just that in the sound of the wind 
 
rushing through trees and in the stillness beneath it, 
 
I remember, just for a few moments, who I am.
 
Not the wounded man, broken by life, 
 
caught between the impossible and the implacable, 
 
depressed and angry at the wrongs meted out to him
 
and waiting for the sweet release of death,
 
but a man for whom life and death are unimportant
 
because they are secondary to love.

Don’t

Posted on November 1, 2017

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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 one thing,

behave in one way

or join your gang.

I can’t, I won’t,

it’s not for me.

 

I don’t believe that God

favours Clubs or Churches,

or Temples or Synagogues anyway,

or lives in signs or statues either.

I believe God is in the wild places

the difficult places, the places

where His Light is needed.

 

And the most difficult place I know

is my own heart, a heart that trembles

with fear and anticipation

in the face of what life brings.

Turning

Posted on October 23, 2017

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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 clouds pink

and fill the tree above me

with golden light.

 

I know of no other thing

that I can rely on as much

as the turning of the world.

The weight of misery

Posted on October 5, 2017

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I know the weight of misery,

I have carried my share my whole life long,

but what bends my back and buckles my knees

is the weight of unacknowledged and unexpressed love,

love that is just waiting to soak into this parched earth,

into our hearts and into the hearts of others.

 

How much would misery weigh do you think,

without the burden of love bearing upon it?

Very little I suspect, if love touched the earth

it would make light of misery.

Healing

Posted on October 4, 2017

 

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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?

It’s just that in the sound of the wind

rushing through trees and in the stillness beneath it,

I remember, just for a few moments, who I am.

 

Not the wounded man, broken by life,

caught between the impossible and the implacable,

depressed and angry at the wrongs meted out to him

and waiting for the sweet release of death,

but a man for whom life and death are unimportant

because they are secondary to love.

Falling

Posted on September 13, 2017

 

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Falling
 
Recently I have become
very good at falling off things.
 
Ladders, trestles, tables and chairs,
the back of the sofa, my bike,
an upturned bucket,
a pile of bricks.
 
I’m not particular,
as long as it’s above ground level
and in an area of good gravity 
I can find a way to fall off it.
 
I haven’t been
particularly prideful of late
so I don’t think it’s that,
it’s more to do with
not accepting how 
old I am.
 
But maybe that’s
the worst sort of pride there is,
because with age comes wisdom,
and wisdom and pride are sworn enemies.

Waking Poem

Posted on August 9, 2017

 

 

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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.