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Into the heart of Spring …
Into the heart of Spring I gaze; into the mysterious centre .. this tender-seeming plant, defying storms and rain; offers to the fitful sun its pale petals of perfection .. another Winter; another...
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In the temple of the woods …
In the temple of the woods snowdrops, with meek submission, bow their heads in pure white hoods in homage to their lord, the sun .. In slow procession, these acolytes with green-tipped hems; vestal...
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Some kind of poetic expression …
Thoughts breathing .. words struggle for air .. some kind of poetic expression is born, mute, in my mind. I scuff through leaves like a heedless child while turbulent clouds harass the blue of the sky...
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In the formal garden …
In the formal garden a curvilinear fountain controls the water flow; confined by the sharp geometry of a pool rippling liquid stills. Languid fish glow golden beneath their unruffled sky swimming in...
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November song …
I lie awake; white moonlight floods the night. From the ash tree a tawny owl calls repetitively. His unmistakeable notes haunt the cold air. I await an answering response; her softer song, call and...
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The Christmas Present …
A holy child is sleeping; born beneath an eastern star; the promised one, the saviour, The Messiah. No silken canopies enfold this royal cradle; no rich accoutrements adorn His birthplace - in this...
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Presence …
Clerestory At Tintern, within the gaunt tracery of stone, the flames of Faith still burn – winged fire of praise and prayer permeates. The monks intone.
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The miracle
Thy love, my God, the eternal spring, the source of hope – the inexhaustible well. The purple crocus blooms imperial; from the cold winter earth it bursts, my God, resplendent into Thy light. To...
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21st Century
I read words which dripped blood from the abattoirs of history; torture, the applied psychology of fear; a contemporary rendition. I sensed the merciless power of power: perdition – Inchoate thoughts...
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Mary Magdalene … Noli me tangere …
I am blind to everything but the blurred threads of your garment .. I kneel; I bow my head; I incline my soul. I feel your sorrow; I weep; I shudder; Mea culpa; mea culpa; mea maxima culpa. I am deaf...
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