Lace scarf, black
Lace trim to the skirt
Is she in mourning
She casts off
Her Barbour raincoat
I am who I am
Who else am I to be
Do not submit to the yoke of slavery
Let us love
In order that we can
Face up to our difficulties
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, 14 December 2019
Friday, 13 December 2019
Clothe The Cloth
As you undress
I undress slowly
As you stand still
I stand also
In the silence
With only breath
For words
Is it truthful
To talk at this time
Of being faithful
Or being
Forever unfaithful
Did we not give ourselves
To each other
Did we not for those moments
Find joy, find love
As you undress, slowly
I undress beside you
As you also stand, still
I stand to be there, to be there with you
I undress slowly
As you stand still
I stand also
In the silence
With only breath
For words
Is it truthful
To talk at this time
Of being faithful
Or being
Forever unfaithful
Did we not give ourselves
To each other
Did we not for those moments
Find joy, find love
As you undress, slowly
I undress beside you
As you also stand, still
I stand to be there, to be there with you
Thursday, 12 December 2019
Amen
Four in the congregation
Am I really one of them
Eight monks
One creaking seat (mine)
World without end
Amen
Song of Songs
For love man will give up
All that he has in this world
And not worry for his loss
World without end
Amen
Am I really one of them
Eight monks
One creaking seat (mine)
World without end
Amen
Song of Songs
For love man will give up
All that he has in this world
And not worry for his loss
World without end
Amen
Wednesday, 11 December 2019
First Moments Taken
As you wake
Are you present
With the presence you gave
As you bathe
Are you awash
With those whom you washed
As you eat
Are you fed
By those who you fed
As you dressed
Are you undressed
By those who undressed for you
As you walk
Do you walk
By those who walked to be beside you
As you talk
Are your words heard
By those whose words were spoken for you
Are you present
With the presence you gave
As you bathe
Are you awash
With those whom you washed
As you eat
Are you fed
By those who you fed
As you dressed
Are you undressed
By those who undressed for you
As you walk
Do you walk
By those who walked to be beside you
As you talk
Are your words heard
By those whose words were spoken for you
Tuesday, 10 December 2019
Displacement
On my own
Only four monks so far
Surely more will arrive
Seven monks now
But still just me in the pews
What is contemplation for
What is meditation for
Are they a test of one’s doubts
Or is it to purge one’s doubts
Life without end
Life without end
One more parishioner joins me
Maybe he is Italian
Or Eastern European
He was late yesterday also
Should I buy him a watch
What are his troubles
What are my troubles
World without end
World without end
Only four monks so far
Surely more will arrive
Seven monks now
But still just me in the pews
What is contemplation for
What is meditation for
Are they a test of one’s doubts
Or is it to purge one’s doubts
Life without end
Life without end
One more parishioner joins me
Maybe he is Italian
Or Eastern European
He was late yesterday also
Should I buy him a watch
What are his troubles
What are my troubles
World without end
World without end
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