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Visitor in the night
I bolted upright At 3 am Wondering why I was awake The quiet wrapped itself Around my soul Whispering Of someone’s fate A brush of wings Against my face Someone I couldn’t see I closed my eyes Tight As my breath ran away And said Goodbye To the visitor As they left Quietly In the…
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Draws close, the end
The scent lingers as I enter A hush over the room tells me I’m in a holy space I feel the weight of the air Silent and expectant Waiting For the moment when they shall usher Out an old friend I remember times when we spoke Good humour and wit And now I see eyes…
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Late night with my thoughts
Night falls late in my home, My body droops and I sigh So much running through my head As another day goes by I wonder if I forgot To cross my i’s and dot my t’s And wonder if I remembered To give enough thanks and please Another month is ending, Another week almost through…
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The eve of destruction
The song, The Eve of Destruction, came on while I was eating supper tonight, and it stuck a nerve in a way it normally wouldn’t have. The news seems to be filled, everyday now, with stories of murder or suicide, countries ravaged by war or the latest, most heartrending event- children who are being forcibly…
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Giants
I didn’t write yesterday. I thought about it, at least once an hour or so. But then instead, I found myself living, laughing and crying at talks given by insightful, amazing women with so much to share, Such wisdom and such humour. I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake. You can study…
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Chalk in the wind
Some days work feels Like chalk in my hand Watching lives Blow away like sand I wonder sometimes If what I do changes fate Watching so many Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’ Does it make a difference? Does it change things at all? When one of us is born, Another seems to fall I…
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Breaking bad
What words do you say? The day you tell them they’re broken? Watching as their face Falls Collapsing into lines of sorrow As their dreams Blow away on the breeze How can you cushion The body blows? Soften the harshness Of a lifetime sentence? Is there a way to be kind As you cut out…
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The wilderness
Some times the forest is dark, With shadows at every turn The moon is faint, The way is dim Eyes linger upon your back You feel so alone, There’s no way out Your breath is caught In sorrow and regret. But even in the darkest night; Lost in the deepest of thickets There’s always a…
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Wednesday’s warrior
They say that laughter is the best medicine, and it has this doc’s seal of approval. I began another day fatigued, but felt my spirits and energy levels rise when I got into the shower this morning. My conversation with the three year old went like this, “Get in the shower my little flower” To…
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Character
The bright light from the window Sun arising each morn Blue skies above me Every day newly born No matter what may come Dreams that are real Moments will pass Almost too quick to feel Through good days and bad Wonders that sometimes astonish Darkness that envelops The soul with its black varnish I take…