Month: March 2020

We pass by the trees
as we weave our way
up the winding hill,
they turn away shyly,
dressing for autumn
in the privacy
of their own garden.

And this ocean upon which we sail
wraps its welcome arms around
hull and keel, makes a place for
the boat to fit – a Red Sea,
that parts to let us in.

Sail your little vessel
upon the wide and
stormy sea,
sail there your own heart
and feel what it’s like
to be free.

I have never much felt despair,
until now, until this anger
rose in my heart and summoned
retribution upon those who dared
to build a golden calf
in their own image.

I have never much felt despair,
until now, until this denial
of life to the most fragile
of all human forms,
without defence and voice,
prey to our own self destruction.

I have never much felt despair,
until now, until this death,
a cruel sword that sliced through
the umbilical chord of our divinity,
in agony the waters heaved,
the spirit cast upon the shore.

There is a warning call
ringing across the dark night;
the night owl senses the impending storm,
the wreckage and the destruction
of a child’s life, the death of a city.

He lived and then he died
at a good age and that was ok;
it was the way things usually went.
But to die before he had lived,
to die between the lines of a rotten law,
well that was unjust, an unleashing
of the curse and a waste
of the divine.

I have never much felt despair,
Until now, until this dark,
Foreboding shadow tied itself
In a knot around my heart,
Suffocated the air I breathe
And sucked my life from me.

There is little left to do
but to sit in the middle of the road
and link my arms
through the arms of those
who may come and sit beside me
and say no!