I am here for no purpose, other than my own
It is neither doubt, nor faith, which attracts me
Yet I am thankful, for the beauty, for the welcome
2018 will be the one hundredth anniversary
Though of what I am not sure, but significantly
A grand new organ, with trumpets, has been installed
It’s in tuning phase, for which they ask for silence
Which is fine by me, for, being tone deaf
I would be able to offer so so little assistance
Thursday, 24 October 2019
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
Cusp
With this new light
Which oddly I call darkness
I have the gift of a book to read
I read about a conversation
Which began in daylight
And carried on deep into the evening
Two men; one younger, one older
Talking about Jung, indeed deciding
To make a film of Jung’s enquiries
I imagine them steeped in talk
Each, in turn, moving the other one on
Enveloping themselves in this, the new light
Which oddly I call darkness
I have the gift of a book to read
I read about a conversation
Which began in daylight
And carried on deep into the evening
Two men; one younger, one older
Talking about Jung, indeed deciding
To make a film of Jung’s enquiries
I imagine them steeped in talk
Each, in turn, moving the other one on
Enveloping themselves in this, the new light
Tuesday, 22 October 2019
Unnamed
There is one here in spirit
There is one not here at all
There is one not here, but waiting back at home
It is on the stroke of six
Darkness is the current light
The bells, the bells they are a ringing
I have taken photographs
I have strolled through the grounds
I feel, yes, I do feel to be welcome to roam
There is one not here at all
There is one not here, but waiting back at home
It is on the stroke of six
Darkness is the current light
The bells, the bells they are a ringing
I have taken photographs
I have strolled through the grounds
I feel, yes, I do feel to be welcome to roam
Monday, 21 October 2019
Tart
Is it the comfort food
Or the calm surroundings
Which make me feel welcome
Is it the newborn baby
With mother, father, and young grandmother
Which says to me; life does go on
In Daniel Cronin’s book Words of Wisdom
This week in November is made up of
Days of Sin, and Days of Solitude
It seems I have all four attributes of sin
And it is true I do wish to be the author
The author of my own happiness that is
As for solitude, I do believe
That I have witnessed its beauty, and its silence
But I was not in the Audience Chamber of God
Or the calm surroundings
Which make me feel welcome
Is it the newborn baby
With mother, father, and young grandmother
Which says to me; life does go on
In Daniel Cronin’s book Words of Wisdom
This week in November is made up of
Days of Sin, and Days of Solitude
It seems I have all four attributes of sin
And it is true I do wish to be the author
The author of my own happiness that is
As for solitude, I do believe
That I have witnessed its beauty, and its silence
But I was not in the Audience Chamber of God
Sunday, 20 October 2019
Another Singer’s Song
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s three in the morning
And all the best lines have been taken
It is another sure warning
Of the past times forsaken
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
It’s words and its pictures
And lovers too far apart
It is thoughts of the scriptures
Not to know where to start
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
It’s buttons undone
And breasts softly rimmed
It is nervousness shunned
For skin cupped by skin
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s all clothes off
With thighs there to stroke
It is the sensitive wroth
Of going for broke
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
Spoken so politely by the father of clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s three in the morning
And all the best lines have been taken
It is another sure warning
Of the past times forsaken
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
It’s words and its pictures
And lovers too far apart
It is thoughts of the scriptures
Not to know where to start
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
It’s buttons undone
And breasts softly rimmed
It is nervousness shunned
For skin cupped by skin
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
It’s all clothes off
With thighs there to stroke
It is the sensitive wroth
Of going for broke
Gifted are the gifted who burn with good news
Spoken so politely by the father of the clues
Life then the provider thus ending all of the dues
He who wanders is the one wearing new shoes
While the one who remains is left singing the blues
Yes, the one who sits still is left feeling the bruise
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