A spontaneous reflection the night before last
A black ominous cloth on a pole
masquerading as civilisation’s ‘new’ standard
the only mark
The Spirit … ponders
Will they EVER learn?
WRITTEN on 31 March 2015 its publication prompted the Author Note … (at the end) and which is why this whole piece - both poem and prose - is also found in Poetry entitled A Momentous Day. Six years on, my faith remains immoveable, and I have faith’s freedom to live quite easily way, way outside the box, nine years on.
the seasons come, the seasons go. Wherever we are in the world, the seasons arrive and depart when they are expected… … …
All of us have much to thank young thinkers, men and women of intelligence and substance in an age that we, today, think it fun to mimic or ridicule. These were the great thinkers that guided society in ways…
This was written a long time ago, yet it remains a very popular piece, but also one of my favourites. A friend …
But can you not see John?
How can people understand these scriptures
if we do not give them assistance
through the arts and literature?
They end up accepting as truth
that which we both know is often
fairytale!
Last night, I saw a Whale high in the sky
Eastertide ~ A View (I of III), but a Thousand Dimensions suggesting another view portends…
A brief recall of a visit in 2002, going through papers and finding this short recollection …
Intrigued by Islam’s professed intention, in a way, little different to every other religion, I approach this from the angle of the Three Os …
These dimensions are reflections, akin to jottings in those moments when both meaning and purpose are sought …
