It’s the things that aren’t said that hurt the most.
I can hear the tower clock chime from my pillow
It is the only constant I hear.
But even this clock;
I envy the care and attention
it receives for its restoration.
I hope to have its constancy at heart.
Spiritus Sanctus:
‘O Holy Spirit, as the sun is full of light, the ocean full of water,
Heaven full of glory, so may my heart be full of thee.’
Vast and free twirling round
gazing down on a breadth of seas
For ancients’ sake boulders quake
and spread their plume and fume
in pillows of magnetic blue.
All this time we knew you
a firm sphere of life
revolution all around you
and yet it is not all
who tremble as you shake,
lie in your wake.
We’re one and all reliant on
the One source.
These heavenly bodies
are not far from it.
Constancy in our distance,
we stay our path, in safety.
No freedom flier
but remain, obey, rely.
One solstice past
orbits merged
an emergency flight path.
We cannot wish to undo
or change our place
for all order that surrounds
and lies floating in chaotic wait
will unleash their quiet laden weight.
Best to gaze on star’s light from afar.
He can change hearts
even yours..
We reproduce ourselves
as we touch those around us
what seed do we sow?
If we land on fertile ground
will it turn bare and fallow?
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Image by Karen M Scovill (C) 
You fit me
Like an old shoe
Been resoled, shined
Renewed
Who is wearing who?
Strung out to dry
Hopes are high.
All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters
dark matter gravitates
Towards our centre
Words swirl in disarray
Endlessly meditate
Fullness of weight
She doesn’t need you
He doesn’t want to see you
She doesn’t care
He has no time to spare
She has other friends
He says you’re full on
She thinks you’re just wrong
His other lover returned
Words heard but spurned
Silence consumes like a black hole.
Explode.
Then stars are flung endlessly
Like the force of creation
At the sound of those words
I care
You are there.
“A pointed word, once it is spoken or written, cannot be cut away with an axe.”
– Nikolai Gogol in Dead Souls
A word collage of quotes from my reading today…
“Blessed be the man who took notice of me
Relative, Guardian, Redeemer of my family
Removed his sandal as a vow
to renew her life.”*
“We don’t talk much but I believe
we have a more complete communion
with one another than even lovers have.
We are two minute sparks of life
what does he know of I or I of him?
Formerly we should not have
A single thought in common
now we sit with a goose between us
and feel in unison
are so intimate
that we do not even speak.”**
*The Book of Ruth- NRSV Bible
**”All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich Maria Remarque, p.85. (HEB London, 1986)
Count the stars of heaven 