Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Preamble
The bramble is in bloom
The yellow gorse there’s yards and yards of it
The rain speckled rambler
Walks smiling through
This pathway followed by monks of old
Today’s story told
Around last centuries newest abbey
Amongst the twisted vines and lavender
In the bookshop reading of retreats
Buying Aristotle's thoughts on happiness
The gentle people congregate
Smiling eyes, soft spoken voices
Back on the moors
Back among magnificent vista's
A thousand years
A million miles
The beauty brings alive the eyes and ears
The traveller thanks his lucky stars
Nature has many more surprises
The river rises in a flash spring spate
Meditation in stained glass surrounds
To a backdrop of glory and giving
Being your brothers keeper
Contributing for continuation
Sunshine and showers
Photographs of flowers
Reaching peace
Touching love
Being there
Just being
Immersed in absorption
Feeling alive
a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link