Lord let the sun Be as bright As the amber Street light that I might trust in The morning What I know by The evening.
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
Written in rose hue sky, Plotted on gold flecked path The sum of a morning’s math, Adds to truth, subtracting the lie. Skeleton trees on blue Waving de-fleshed in place Count on the breath of the grace And the mercy today made new. Faithful are You we know Who gave this scene itsRead more
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’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.
These little lines fit only here Wherein the rhymes I see appear A world on page I might traverse From age to age, a universe.
We write forgotten, before our formed Worlds are begotten they stretch unmourned; Our pens adrift and pages void, Language abandoned once deployed; We are un-listened, but by one Ear, Where each note’s christened, retained and dear.
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
“Why must we only toil, The roof and crown of things?” – the inner spirit cries. “All things must toil.” – signs the wild world over. “Leaves covert, grass reaches, Rivers run mile on mile, waves lay shift on shift. All things must toil, and strive Till Kingdom come – the breath all things hopeRead more
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