The grey kirk, that old yard of reformation Lies still but for a gull’s dawn supplication As no more rises from our white bricked up stack But my window breath and a hope to call back Where the Firth wind blows off the green kingly seat Down into kind kirk halls where song and prayerRead more

Rail, Water, Winter

Rail, water, winter      They all move along Through our storied hinter       Land like a carol song Out a holy people’d hall      On December’s bitter breath Over frosty steeples tall       To remembered yards of death.   For every coming has it’s going       Every Advent has it’s end When rivers quit their icy slowing       And steaming enginesRead more

All I Want

All I want’s a window      Where stellars in the fog Dogfight with the finches       As I lay here and log The reasons I adore you       A sparrow made to sing Wrapped in grey and pale blue       And wearing my gift ring.    

The Window Hangs a Scene

The window hangs a scene, Where patient trees in frame, Stand silhouettes of green In oil we’ve yet to name.   The vision breathes in flight, As birds with every stroke, Caress the morning bright While heavy pens are woke.   The window hangs a scene, More lovely to be sure, Than Turner’s finest dreamRead more

A Prayer

I am not an orphan Nameless with no home. I am not deserted Abandoned, lost, alone. I am not forgotten Misplaced and overlooked. I am not some missing link A theory bound and booked. For I have a Father And he shows me how To be who he has made me Today, right here, rightRead more