God’s Paint Box

When I see a rainbow halo around the setting moon I like to think that God is playing with His paint box drawing circles of colours to delight His creation Like when I see long streaks of cloud on a sunny day He is finger painting across the sky When sun sets through cloud all…

Remember how to dream

Does anyone really know how to dream anymore do any of us remember what it is to let our souls fly into realms of fancy other worlds and other times just to say ‘what if’ just for fun Lock the world out just for a little while and go live inside your head It can…

The Moment

The future becomes the present becomes the past in the blink of an eye Intention must happen before action a constant looking to the future I will cook a meal I will go for a walk I will sweep the floor Reflection comes after a glance back at the past I’m glad I did this…

Unbecome

When I begin to be something dark and mean it seems to me that I must unbecome, quickly When I start to turn into a snapping beast It’s time to turn again and divest from teeth and claws We are always told we must become this or that but sometimes I wish to dissolve that…

Divergent

Standing at the crossroads Poised between possibilities Keep on the straight, keep things as they are or take a left, or a right try a change of direction maybe even go back? Sometimes it’s wise to retreat When you’re standing at the crossroads the future is murky options multiply, possibilities expand becoming a multiverse of…

Negative spaces

We never pay attention to the negative spaces the gaps between things that form the backdrop to all we hold dear We go from one experience to the next and don’t stop to examine the bits in between I wonder how much we miss because negative space is context So if we look If we…

Standing Stones

Guardians of the sacred dead Grey sentinels of places beyond life they stand contemplating the past and marking the processional way for those who would observe the passing of the seasons and the years and remember what came before Connection to the ancestors Connection to the descendants They are place-markers for history Stand with the…

While I dream

Floating Lifting off the ground, lighter than air Like a dandelion seed blown in the wind Flying, soaring Higher and higher Above houses and roads Off over yellow fields and deep green forests Cool blue lakes and rushing rivers, Cold high mountains and low rolling hills And there is the coast, and the clean white…

Duende

When you hear that song that reminds you of something you don’t quite remember but you feel a melancholy longing for the intangible When you listen to music that fills you with joy so great you feel as if you might burst with happiness Reading a poem that tears deep into your soul stabbing to…

The Woods of Memory

The woods of memory are littered with the detritus of myriad moments The flotsam and jetsam of a life strewn along every path A small cloth elephant sits on a log bright pink, beautifully embroidered opening a path to a long trip through many countries the child’s remembrances are vague now and the path is…