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.

Friday, 10 March 2017

I have not reached Easter

No ,
I have not reached Easter
and this might be the year when
there is no resurrection,
when the long darkness of Friday
without a glimmer
into Sunday morning.
This year you might come to the tomb
and find only a stench.

You cannot deny it.

Death without despair
is merely playing with comforting words
-   a cheated game with a fixed end.

          See ,
I have not reached Easter.
Please do not dig in my bare earth.
Even if somewhere the new shoots grow
you will surely destroy them
with your indiscriminate plough
and your boots so heavy with hope
and your hands, all unknowing,
tearing the nurturing folds of mud
from the seeds
ripping them from the protective embrace of death.

          No ,
I have not reached Easter
and this might be the year when
there is no resurrection.
I would rather
- please let me –
lie in the ground and rot and wait for the angels.

Maundy Thursday 93

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