Memorial lines to Tim Edwards a friend who died suddenly, 4 July 2010, aged 51

I             Kind

Encouraging

Intuitive

All embracing

Musical

Whimsical

Artistic

Articulate

Loving

Vigorous

Admired

Inspired

Beloved

Friend.

A man for all reasons.

II              Another

                Bright

                Befriending

                Guiding

                Star

                Has entered Heaven.

                Saints rejoice.

   While

   Our

   Deep

   Dark night

                Enfolds

                And holds

                New Inspiration

                Illumination

                For our faltering footsteps.

III            Farewell, dear friend

Today we laid you to rest.

All your fire and light;

And love that lit up your face at each meeting;

Your kindness, concern, insight and advice;

Hugs that shared both joy and sadness;

Quiet moments of prayer;

Thoughtful moments of gentle reflection.

Weeks would pass

But

Knowing you were there

Made Life the richer.

You loved life.

Extracting more from a moment

Than many

Find

In a lifetime.

Not that it was easy.

You shared enough of yourself

To reveal

Something

Of your own rocky road.

You were familiar with

Shadow

And personal doubts

And sorrow.

And yet

Always

When faced with another’s dilemma

You found

And pointed out some hope

Some small way forward

A corner unexplored.

Somehow

You gave nurture

And Love.

Dear Friend;

Mediator Extraordinaire;

Lover of Life;

Master of Ceremony.

We Love you.  We miss you.  We will never forget you.

Rest in Peace. 

                                                                                15.07.2010 gjps

a wednesday in springtime

green buds

creeping

along bare twigs

unfurl

new leaves like butterflies

gently

into the silent

Presence

of this moment

skimming stones

skip

across this sheltered tributary

bounding

fluent grace and motion – skipping -

skipping

- skipping onwards - reaching forwards

then

slipping gently out of sight

bright

silver sunshine

glinting

 reflection from the calm

surface

silver ripples

nuzzle

through the tension

sprinkling

bright diamonds into the harsh city.

In a Quandry

Where
Is the answer
To
The Question ?

What
Answer
Is there
To
The question ?

What
Answer
Could
There be
To
The question ?

And
While seeking

What
Is
The Question ? 24.10.10

01:01:10

Stir the eggnog, lift the toddy,
Happy New Year, everybody!

-Phyllis Mcginley

GOOD FRIDAY........ The Coming......A poem by RS Thomas

And God held in his hand
A small globe. Look, he said.
The son looked. Far off,
As through water, he saw
A scorched land of fierce
Colour. The light burned
There; crusted buildings
Cast their shadows; a bright
Serpent, a river
Uncoiled itself, radiant
With slime.
On a bare
Hill a bare tree saddened
The sky. Many people
Held out their thin arms
To it, as though waiting
For a vanished April
To return to its crossed
Boughs. The son watched
Them. Let me go there, he said.

Here's Something For Advent............

On Advent He Speaks by Don Iannone 2007


God speaks to us, always
Even when we think He’s not there
He speaks through everything
and nothing
Not always words
Other signs and wonders

His, a voice inside, coaxing us:
Be true to ourselves
Be true to Him
Honor the Essence, He says
That which comes before
Honor the Creator, the Holy One

Sometimes we want our words
to be His words
Sometimes there are no words
Just silence stilling our souls
Sometimes we forget He’s there
Just His presence, watching over us

Christmas nearing
He reminds us to commune
and shine in Christ’s love
In each breath, Advent
An eternal coming
Within His words and silence

National Poetry Day 2008

inexplicable

I am.
A breath on the wind
Rain on the windowpane
Sunlight filtering across a dusty road
Waves breaking upon the shore.

Flesh and blood
Flood
The senses and the spirit.

I am.

I breathe
Feel, Think , Enjoy
Move My Being.

I
Am

An Enigma

musings on singing

Special
Inspiring
Nerve-tingling
Gregarious
Infinite
Numinous
Godgiven 22.2.08 WWWURDSMIFFF

Wurdz-Won

Words
Won.
Fun.
Now
Done. WwwurdSmifff
31.8.07 / 1.9.07


ChickPea found this somewhere along the way. Should she have left it where it was?