POEMS AND THOUGHTS

Nada

To see your weeping eyes

To feel your pain upon

That public post

The shame, the fear, the

Agony-

Oh! This dark night

When desert sands blind

Your vision and beat against

Your tired face

Cold comfort in your nakedness

Exposed to only your nothingness

Nada-your downing moan

Nada,Nada

Upon his empty stage you wait

Lost,broken, deserted

Point me north in this abyss

Soften my wounded heart

With gentle reminders of warmth.

from The Cry of My Soul

Portrait of My Mum

Snow Again

On the death of my mother 9/1/2018

And with her passing

My wintry heart

Reaps solace in the

magic of Snowfall

Absorbing me in the beauty

Communing with her eternity

A heavenly touch of connection

With the wonders she now beholds

Refined and purified as the snowflake

her crystal lattice of soul

melts into oneness

Echoes of another loss

My heart endured

Again lifting mourning into

Unearthly delight

God's hand staving the pain

With a silent stillness

To hear the moment.

And a blanket to wrap me

In the mystery of the cross.

Crown of Thorns

Etching

The Fruit of Suffering

A suffering made good,

When head and feet,

Ripen their fruit

Earth's gift, heaven's brain

A living sacrifice,

Expiring in the raging heat

Of creeping survival,

Amid lashes and deep cuts

Upon 'The Way'

Yet, I remain.

Awake to that vision,

Eyes penetrate to see-

A church refreshed with

Our blood upon that cross

He and I, We-

Made dead to their world.

from Containing the Dream

The Appearance

That longed for feminine goal

Stretch out and lift high

Rising-

A wooded hide

Reds, greens yellows, golds

Falling from an upright tower

Mary, Virgin most wild

Raindrops of perpetual cleaning

Upon your feet.

Rising-

Through the grove

Seeking light for a heavenly connection

Come out, burst forth!

Radiance appearing

A open face confronting

A world made ready.

from Containing the Dream

"the sensitivity of beauty touches the soul in a pure and special way."

" to lift oneself to a high plane-a heavenly reality were good exists-surely this should be encouraged." (writing extracts, 1991)