Sometimes there simply aren’tthe words, or there arebut they are moving too quicklyto be clear, to find, to fixhowever temporarilyto the page. It’s a both-and—I need to be still enoughin the thick of it allto hear them, to invite them near,and the words, they—-No, the whirl is bigger than words. The language, it needs its…
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Mutterings of a Mood
The Mood of the Sea Beside you at the new day’s rising, Isee the hologram of your surface,sometimes silver, sometimes grey.I hear the craggy momentum of history upon glacial shore;and the soft edges of a heron in morning contemplation;The crumb of my biscuit is salted by your ranting;my spirit is cleansed by your laughter’s salinity….
On the Beach
On the Beach (After the sermon of 11 April at Saint Andrew’s) Not a ghost but rather living being upon the living earth. All in movement, flexing and flowing, I am here, believe. You are here, welcome. We are here, let us share a meal. Share a dance, share the horizon between what is and…
Consider the Lilies 