Feeling the pulse of God
within the heartbeat of humanity
the ebb and flow of tides
the turn of seasons.
seeing the shape of God
in the curve of a breast
and a sea-worn stone
and the white-fleshed scars of old wounds,
hearing the voice of God
in a thousand stories,
long-lost meanings found in the mud of pain,
triggers my instinct to celebrate.
And the tired,
loosed from its cage of silence
to make its home in the wide sky
and the wind-fingered grass.
7th June 92
These poems are the fruit of almost 30 years of occasional writing. They were written as private reflections, or for friends and family. I hadn't intended them for public consumption, but people have told me now and then that they thought I should share them, so I have. I shall add new poems if and when I write them, though a lot of my words tend to go into sermons these days!
If you find something you like and find helpful, you are welcome to use it and share it, but please make sure my name stays attached to it.
The poems are posted in no particular order, but the labels - click on links below - should help you find poems on various themes.
There are also separate pages on this blog containing links to music composed by my husband, Philip, and to Christmas stories which I have told here at Seal in place of sermons on Christmas Day.