Poetry

Advent

In the quiet before dawn, Hearts dissolve like mist in rain, Becoming a new light sown, Lustre on an open plain. Then stars, unstrung, fall again, Time scatters the wind-blown sand. All is gathered, grain by grain, Into the palm of your hand. The sky bids the night adieu, Angels...

To Love is First to See

To love is first to see, To find the ‘you’ in me, Your sky within my sea That ripples endlessly Out from a source in me. Wholeness I cannot flee, Enfolding what must be, Unfurling wings in me  To lift me buoyantly, Spirit, now still and free....