What was it you wanted,
do you remember and
was it important and did
it last once you
possessed it?
As a silver mist
that passes through
our fingers,
so are our desires.
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
What was it you wanted,
do you remember and
was it important and did
it last once you
possessed it?
As a silver mist
that passes through
our fingers,
so are our desires.
‘Love one another
as I have loved you;’
how many ways
can these words
be spoken?
And from whence
does this love come?
We are locked in
or out of the garden
by the dictates of others;
one’s love of solitude
or one’s need to gather
together, will shape
our point of view.
Grey curtains of thick rain and
floating cloud are hanging
across the deep river valley.
Throughout the day they open
and draw, revealing lonely skyline
and tall mountains of bush and forest
and the grey, gravel road at my gate.
Some to the altar came
looking for shelter
from the falling rain;
some to the altar came
to offer themselves
with their hearts aflame.
Where Parapara brushes against Milnthorpe
The excited sea rushes headlong into the
Wide-spread arms of the empty estuary,
Thirsting for the waters of the new tide.
Keep your distance sister
And keep your heart in check
Send across the open space
All the love you cannot keep.
We followed the
silver river as it tumbled
and splashed over rocks,
twisted and turned its way
through bush and tree glade;
neither the starting point
of its waters, nor their final
destination could we find.
LIVING WATER
We followed the
silver river as it tumbled
and splashed over rocks,
twisted and turned its way
through bush and tree glade;
neither the starting point
of its waters, nor their final
destination could we find.
He drives the axe
into the block of blue gum
just like is grandfather did
all those years ago,
splitting kindling for
the wood burner,
necessary for food
and warmth
both now and then.