How is it that the world keeps going when your heart stopped?  How does the sun rise and shed warmth  and the earth spin on and my chest rise and fall with breath,  when yours is gone?  How strange that as you left,  stepping out of the fabric of all we see and feel and…

Facade Grief hides in the corners of smiles and anguish in sighs unseen by the sigher I’m fine thanks. How are you? If only we all had permission  not to hide but to cry loud and wailing-long and let the ocean wash us through to relationship  and truth

Your’s the first heart beat I heard Your’s the voice in foetal ears Your’s the face that my eyes sought Your’s the eyes that calmed my fear. You held me close when I first breathed  My tiny body heaving air You woke to all my frantic cries  You sang your songs, You held my tears….

Breath, it can feel so light, so frail in these days that steal our breath away. We know it now too much. This fight to hold onto breath in a world that chokes it out of us…

Because Easter. In the end. It’s always been a story. The truest of stories. The longest of stories. The one true story that began before we began, the living story that has yet to reach its full conclusion. This story about Jesus- not the religious one, but the real one; the one with Galilean dust in His sandals and the depth of a thousand galaxies in His eyes….

You Came: Emmanuel   Into the darkness, into the dim into the coldness closing in into our stress and whirring fear into our lonely empty tears You came.   Into the hopeless stretching grey into the sickness scraping days into this world brinking despair into our greed that set it there You came.   Into…

On losing you.  Strange how air can be so emptied out like a hole opening up where you once laughed like a gash and an ache in that space in me the space where you  had always been. And now are not.  It is not really a loss I tell myself. not a losing, not…

Some poems are best left wordless. Like wonder.