Sitting as the sun died and night came
I smelled and tasted the air that spoke of times past
And once again I could see,
Feel the movement of the big swing
In the night air
Reaching to the stars in the black sky
Laughing in exhilaration
As only a child can
If I could catch a star
And hold it forever
Here, in this place where now I sat
The past lived again
Like then
I asked questions
“”Where is God?”
Seeing the vastness of the sky
I wondered
Was He beyond the stars?
Could I catch and hold Him too?
Could I even reach Him?
Small as I was then
I feel even smaller now
Blind, lame, sick,
And now I wonder just as then
“Can I catch and hold God?”
And even as I ask,
I feel once again a child’s wonderment
And know that the Kingdom of Heaven
Belongs to such as me,
And that it is not high up in the skues
Beyond my reach,
But indeed it is within me
Not dependent on time or space
But ever present
Ever a gift
Ever mine


One day the darkness overcame her
The earth covered her
The dampness ate into her,
Stifled, she tried to scream
But there was no breath in her body
Lifeless she lay there
This could not be it
Her soul still lived
This could not be her final breath
Slowly she began to move her fingers
Stiffened by the dank earth
They struggled to move
The resistance of the earth
Held them
She remembered she was dust
But in the dust
The Valley of dry bones
Life lived again
Her fingers curled around a tiny stone
She felt its sharp edges
And knew she was not dead
And that life could live again
And suddenly her scream was born
And in the screaming
She was brought to life again
The darkness pierced


Down the lane they walked each night
In the vast dark sky the stars shone bright
In innocence the young child cried
To the one who was walking by her side
“Is it God Who gives the stars their light?”

A hand held onto the child so tight
What was the answer that was right?
How could she this night decide
As down the lane they walked

Reasoned answers took their flight
It seemed that faith was better than sight
Who was now to be their Guide
Where in the Universe did He hide?
Was there One Who saw their plight?
As down the lane they walked


The birds were silenced
No longer was there chatter
It was time to shield

The world changed that day
Became a dangerous place
Where none could find peace

Folks talked in hushed tones
About the appalling thing
That had taken them

Freedom was not theirs
They had learned to live in fear
Like brainwashed zombies


Blades sway
In pastures
Between hard rocks
Mountains to be climbed
Peeking through the mists veiled
To the unseeing blind eyes
That seek only the green pastures
Hidden from such their secret glory
Peaks that call to those who are listening


I thought there was no music
Something wasn’t right,
I thought there was no music
The sun was shining bright,
I thought there was no music,
There was no sound in the air,
I thought the was no music,
All was stripped and bare,
I thought there was no music,
Everything seemed dark,
I thought there was no music,
In my heart I felt so stark
But suddenly, there came a sound,
There it was again,
On the airwaves, loud and clear,
I heard the angels sing


I bask in the sunset of a molten day
Sinking into vanilla sheets cooling sizzling sinews
Stretched beyond forbearance
Snapping in the lava flow
Red with intent
Is this the calm before the storm
The explosive gases of your hatred
For I have learned it well
That history repeats itself
And nothing is ever sated
Save my inner essence
That drinks of everlasting waters
Frothing from the ground


Take, my Love
What I have offered to you
And let yourself be broken
As you caress my brokenness too
In brokenness we find ourselves
In touching wounds
In healing balms
Take, eat, remember me
As you share the feast
Of brokenness and love
Broken bread
Shed blood
Of innocence
You ask who sinned
It was not you
You simply broke
As i did too
And from our wounds
Gushed blood and water
But today we feast
And in the feast you join me
In Paradise


One day I found love
Drank deep of its pure delights
Behind me were darker things
Now I was in the light
But then the shadows appeared
Leading me into a valley
Where death lurked
So busy was I
Looking at the sun
I was blinded to the dangers
That lay in wait for me
Sweet words were sung to me
Ensnaring touching my aching heart
I walked in the valley of torment
Death took my soul to hell


The wild wind blew
Singing her own sad song
Calling for her Lover to come
Until she became a torrent
Of rushing emotions
“Where are you Love”
Come now

Her song
Echoed through trees
Caressing the branches
Moaning desperately in grief
“Oh Love
Find me
Come and quell my rising passions
Do not leave me alone
Hear my sad song
Take me”


Who am I?
I slide and slither on the rule,
Refusing to be held
In the bonds of what you say I am,
I am what I name myself,
Earth, sea, fire,wind,
Each day perhaps a different name,
You cannot measure me
On a ruler,
Hold me in your judgement,
Define, confine, condemn me,
Name, enchain me,
I don’t like boxes


I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for keeping me connected with the world. Without you I would have given up the fight for life long ago. My family ran away as soon as I got cancer and then went blind and became wheelchair bound. Likewise my so called christian friends to whom I had given a lot over the years, only to be abandoned when I was in need myself. I now spend my life cut off from the world here. It is as i have said before, a world of physical blackness. Some days I feel as if I will go mad. I have no human company. However, I come here and find your comments and know that I am still connected wth the world in some way. You have no idea how much this means to me and gives me reason to go on living. I am slow to respond to you sometimes and that is for physical reasons, but when I read them, they save my life. I owe you all a lot. That is the reason for this big thank you xx


It was in the garden that you came to me
While the sun shone and the willow wept
You found a crack where you could get in
Gently prising it open
The sun was warm and the sky was smiling
The willow kept her silence
In that garden deceit was born
From the waters of the wicked
The wisdom of the willow knew all
And now I weep beneath her branches


By the old wooden bridge she sat
Looking over into the beyond
A new world called she longed to answer
But did not know how to get across
Her limbs were useless she could not walk
She yearned to get over the old wooden bridge

Come my friend I will help you across

She knew such pain as she looked at the bridge
How could she ever get across
She felt so stifled an empty shell
Over the bridge she could find new life
But nothing could help her to get across
A scream was forming in her throat
Desperate was she to find new life
She felt like a puppet dangling on a string

Come my friend I will help you across

Just then she felt the breeze on her face
As it sang a beautiful song in the trees
Gentle and calm caressing her body
“Put your foot forwards I’ll help you to walk
Trust me and put your sweet hand in mine
I’ll take you with me to that brand new land”

Come my friend I will help you across


Out of the sunset
Geese flying in V formation
Glorious in their flight
Silhouetted, adept,
Concentrating on one quest, going home to rest.

Many times I’d seen them,
Heard them chattering,
A message came clear then,
God in their flying,
The message was “I love you, just keep on going”.

I too am going home,
We all are one day,
Love guides us as we roam,
Rest and work and play,
But inside we need a clear intent, on our way.

We keep the goal in sight,
Though the sky be red,
In our soul’s dark night,
With the blood we have bled,
Throughout the journey we can know,with Love we’re fed.


Today she ran out of ink
Her well had dried up
Her hand lay limp at her side
Just like the brain in her head
Who was going to fill her well?
Her gaze hit the floor

Her dreams lay on the floor
Pictures not drawn in ink
Her life had not gone well
How could those dreams rise up?
What could she do with her head
Put everything aside?

She had nothing left inside
But plenty on the floor
Looking up at her head
Thirsty for some ink
Didn’t the devil do well?
How could the fragments get up?

Something told her she had to buck up
Lift her hand up from her side
Take a drink from the well
Picking things up from the floor
Riding on the fountain’s head
Ready to write in ink

Things have to be written ink
In letters that stand up
Words not just from the head
But from the heart that beats inside
Refreshed by the drink from the well
Rising up from the floor

Now there is nothing on the floor
Not even spilled ink
Magical was the well
Lifting her spirits up
Now she’s back on the right side
Everything’s right in her head

The fountain’s head gives life to the ink
That once was on the floor looking up
At the hand lying limp at her side unaware of the well

Email notification failure

For some reason I am not receiving emails from some peoples blogs notifying me of their postings. I wondered why my email list each morning had got shorter and then I discovered that people had posted but the notification had not come through. I discovered that I am still following these people but the notifications are not coming through. One such is FOWC which I have been doing on and off for years. I know that there are others so apologies if you are one of them, it must be another WP glitch but I find this upsetting but thank all those who are following me.


Outside the church two robins danced
Singing their song to the world
Rude in their audacity
Flitting in bright array,
In the distance sang many birds,
They found their haven there

Many times she had been there
Inside the church had danced
Listened to the sound of the birds
Freed herself from the world
Dressed lightly in bright array
Defiant in her audacity

The church stood there in audacity
Many years it had been there
Different seasons, different array
Whilst outside nature danced
A sign it gave out to the world
Like the singing of the birds

She always took her strength from the birds
Became strong in her audacity
Taking on the wiles of the world
Whatever came to her there
All of her life she had swayed and danced
Joined with nature in bright array

She celebrated in bright array
Taking her cue from the birds
Remembering how she’d always danced
Wildly, with audacity,
Making it known that she was there,
A force within the world

She knew her place within the world
Saw life in bright array
Knowing exactly why she was there
Flying like the birds
Drawn to their audacity
Even in sorrow danced

Even from being young she’d danced in joyful bright array,
Never defeated by the world becoming one with the birds,
Rude in her audacity whether here or there