When I was small I liked to imagine I would sit in the bath and wish I was tiny enough to swim In and out of tunnels and caves made of bubbles Warm and safe in my own little world Later I would dream that I could fly Hover as an eagle above the world…
What do you see Looking down from Heaven’s perfection To earthly chaos It seems you should feel horror Disgust at the gutter where we crouch Squabbling mindlessly over scraps But your compassion is beyond us Your love unfathomable With a flutter of shining feathers you come With tears for our suffering Your eyes flame with…
You are a tiny sculpture Every day growing Squeezing out of your shell Until you spring, full formed From the mind of God You were always there The seed inside the oak The ghost in the machine Homunculus in the womb of your ancestors You are as you are meant to be The angel in…
Eclectic Assemblage 