It's been a funny old week and I am tired. So finding these three poems was a bit of a gift, as they say far more for me than my own fumbling with words could do. Enjoy !!
I offer you this reflection:
In the nightmare landscape
when the darkness
hides the chink, the crack,
the seam, the glimmer of light
The dark place seems so dark
and hope is hard to maintain.
There seems no ending,
The darkness pervades all.
Yet you have visited it
Your Friday and Saturday
were spent there.
The darkness did not overcome
In the nightmare landscape faith
draws from your Friday and Saturday,
And waits the glimmer of
(Photo of part of a sculpture entitled On The Bench by Mackenzie Thorpe)
Those who don’t feel this love pulling them like a river
Those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of spring water
or take sunset like supper
Those who don’t want to change
let them sleep…
This Love is beyond the study of theology that old trickery and hypocrisy
If you want to improve your mind that way sleep on.
I’ve given up on my brain I’ve torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away.
If you’re not completely naked wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you and sleep.