The sound of the rain
A velvet breeze
Summer comes again
In the light of each morning
All that is needed is complete.
The clouds roll away
Your face in the mirror
You invite me to stay
As dreams become years
All that needed is here.
Is that how you planned
The days spiral away
The future left in your hand
Every path barely seen
All that is needed is now.
The whisper in the darkness
Rising in the wind
Assuring me of a day
Of your love coming in
My heart is forged in grace.
You are ageless
Chalked into the sand
By the weight of the stone
Delivered by your hand
My eyes are opened to love.
All things are in you
I am a living psalm
Every revelation you gave
Engraved me into your palms
My life is kept in your hands.
There are no tears hidden in the moon
You bear the wounds of my embrace
My friend was innocent
His splintered hands with ruptured grace
Satisfies my expectant heart.
Time is short
The tide turns
Words of understanding
In your fire burns
A letter of your grace
My eyes are fixed
How do I let go
And manage this mercy
With each word you wrote
You open my eyes to love
Into your loving embrace
Grasping at your mystery
Breathing free
Your new life victory
For the time is now.
A spark of love
Ignites a forrest of beauty
Each flame of goodness
Consumes each cobweb of pain
Into a fire of divine delight.
Somewhere deep inside our muddled hearts
We know the loss is real
And that truth
When held
Will heal.
Beautiful frosty meadow
Treasured decoration
Without stories
Where darkness calms night.
All we saw
Turned to wax
Kings and all
Barriers of every kind
No one saw the sun
We felt your soft air
Heard the song
As Angels sing
With trumpet and fire
And hope is found in love.
I can climb
In the calm of light
Kneel and grieve
Without air
Ride so far into wonder
And Leave it all
Whispered words
Listening alone
Veil of dreams
Glorious shard of sudden light
All we see is gold.
To start again
Somewhere now ahead
Every track
Every sign
Every chain released.
Nothing is too small
Nothing is lost
Nothing is discarded
No special words to tell you
Love is not your fault.
Behind the window the moon is full
Shining its light
The lake is aflame
With long white scars
Flowering invisible love.
Torn at the edge
Not a reflection
I wash my heart
Flooded by whispers
Emptied of venom.
Folds in the veil
Coloured stitches
Engaging
You’re not too late
These moments are forgiven.
Life From A Park Bench 