Poems and Photographs from the Journey

Light in the Wake of A Storm

The rain fell so hard today

that the earth felt like it might

wash away in one long flood of tears.

But when the dark lifted

and the thunder drum gave up it’s final roll,

the last word belonged to the light.

For in the wake of the tempest trailed

a thousand fluid diamonds,

clinging fragile to the earth.

Eternity suspended in a diamond-drop of light.

They whisper the soft sealed song of everything,

Awakening a thirst too deep for words.

A contentment like an ocean tempest calmed.

Catching God Out

I saw you today
in the still hold of a raindrop

on a curled fern frond
So small
But I wasn’t fooled by the size
I’ve seen your same design
in the Whirlpool galaxy on high
Your fingerprints there, everywhere
lazily left behind, for us to find
Did you think we wouldn’t catch you out?
Your glory splashed across the sky
spilled in splatterings of grace
Everywhere.

Everywhere, your grace I find.

Letting Go

In fear, in stress, in “I’ll show you”
In fetal ball my heart curls closed
Like my fist
All clenched tight
All knuckled white
Primed for self defence
Primed for emptiness

Letting go is lighter
Letting go is braver
Letting go is opening,
Opening hand and heart
Opening to the possibility that control
is not within my grasp anyway.

My fist is emptiest in its clench,
Holding only me,
prisoner with no air.
Lungs longing
grasping, gasping breath,
grasping emptiness.

In fear and fog I flail and fight
And there Breath finds me,
all curled tight
It reaches me, unfurling light
Beckoning gently, whispering life

Let go, breath, believe,
Lungs begin to fill, perceive,
And open handed I receive,
Life.
Only open handed I receive;
Life.