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Month: February 2020

TODAY I AM 70

And for every grace I have ever known
And for every gift I have received
And for every grave I have found empty
And for every cross I have carried
I offer my own broken hallelujah

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TOMORROW I SHALL BE 70

And for every tree I have bowed before
And for every ocean I have longed for
And for every road I have wandered down
And for every sun I have welcomed
I offer my two coins of redemption

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BREAKING POINT

Enough, enough
the call comes
out of the place
hardly ever accessed,
the deepest place,
private,
where truth
hardly ever speaks.

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THE STUDENT

His eyes draw blood
and ache to close,
to rest and cease from the
strained focus of tracing
blurred words across the page.

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EACH ONE IN THE WIND

Within the turmoil of private lives,
in the negotiating around each
damaged heart, we find ourselves drawn
ever closer to understanding
and compassion.

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MOVING HOUSE

We are worn out
by the packing and stacking
and the lifting and loading
and driving; and by the unloading,
and re-lifting and re-stacking
and then the unpacking.

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IN TWO DAYS I SHALL BE 70

And for every moon I have sat beneath
And for every star I have followed
And for every heart I have travelled with
And for every river I have crossed
I offer my blood-washed bread and wine.

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EVENING SWIM

Clear as glass,
the waters of the
Mahurangi harbour
are covered in a
pastel orange sky;
the shadow of
the lone swimmer
is seen beneath
the surface.

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VAGABOND

Watch over me
yellow moon,
watch over
my crumpled body
wrapped between the
the blankets of
tussock and bracken.

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