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Happenstance

The crane will mate for life, unlike a man For some it’s rarer than the hope of Spring Was it so when life on earth began? Post modern love is months, not years, in span Loss and  separation our love … Continue reading

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Ironically, the mourner must console

Ironically, the mourner  must console Must lend an ear , must seem,must exhale calm To  visitors and friends who make their calls We are not permitted  rightful  roles Of grieving  widow,mother, woman harmed Ironically, the mourner  must console The cancer … Continue reading

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An old man in the sun beside a tree

A man of peaceful face and pale blue eye An old man in the sun beside  a tree A pilot in the RAF  at war He could have been a  Nazi, German spy His Aryan appearance I could see A … Continue reading

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How should we remember those we’ve lost?

How should we remember those we’ve lost The husband, the miscarried child, the dreams The date they died, or where we loved them first? The place in time, the lists we make, the ghost Or should we reimagine  much loved … Continue reading

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What I did not know held me in trust

The grey cloud of unknowing held me fast I knew reality unsymbolised I gaped at trees with blossom till it passed I would have paid no heed to stinging wasps The strange, lost feeling  blinded heart and eyes The grey … Continue reading

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Do not fear, with bitterness, the cracks

Life is woven daily , warp and  weft We    make the threads and colours as we act As we age our hands become more deft I like  almost  everything  that’s Left The NHS. the OU , what a knack … Continue reading

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The weeping of Lord Jesus on his Cross

The  death of self , the emptiness, the loss Make a space where new works may be born Like the dying of Lord Jesus on his Cross The more the loss, the  more space  dispossessed, The more may be the … Continue reading

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To lose our self in seeing brings us peace.

Attention in each moment gives us grace To lose our self in seeing brings us peace. We see the most when we are most effaced Life is like a tapestry of lace The little threads connect and never cease Attention … Continue reading

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We come to love in fear and perhaps too late

Who has lived without the threat of war Our war’s ongoing,makes us what we are Recovering from the last and making sure We’re ready for the  next aggressive “cure” From lover’s cruel  to Holocaust Hell’s flame We do not enjoy … Continue reading

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