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.’

The Valley of Vision

Never again

Walked to the top of the bridge

Held all the things you said

Cast off over the edge

Whipped by the wind and the current

Drowned out on the sea bed

Never again to evoke a frown

Stepped down from the ledge

Over the bridge

Stand on new ground

Warm air surrounds

The happiest place to be

Under soles of feet