Living

If I can 
see the dawn
even in pain
then all is 
well and I have 
received a gift

If I can
go out 
and feel the breeze 
on my face
then I have received
a gracious gift 

If someone 
knocks
on my door
and is welcomed in
then for me this is
a wonderful gift

If I wake up
tomorrow 
and I can breathe
then this 
is the gift of life
to be cherished

We sleep
some may even rest
while others sleepless
lie thinking about
tomorrow

We listen
to the silent streets
proclaiming our lives
are indoors now, and now,
but not tomorrow

We live
in this, our moment,
as all we have,
our precious now, is now
not tomorrow

We open
to the what and how
our lives are this 
knowing each day, today,
is not tomorrow 

A Creative Response

Not since the last war
has the world faced such devastation
and I wonder, did we become
soft in our expectations
living in comfort
mostly, though not all of us
– But those others – we didn’t
have to look or see.

Now our slice of life
crumbles like stale cake
and the stuff we relentlessly
threw away has become
precious. And we feel
the hardship of our fears
as we try out social distancing
and self isolating solitude

The killer steals around unseen,
the murder weapon is in
our own hands. It has come to this
we must lock ourselves in
to stop spreading a disease
we don’t even know we have.
to protect ourselves and
all the people out there,
without discrimination.

The distant past echoes, with cries of
Bring out your dead!
And the numbers rise
alarmingly, daily.
The streets are becoming
a kind of quiet wasteland
that starts to press against
our locked doors

Yet, out of the gloom
the heroes are emerging.
Health workers, Volunteers,
Compassionate shopkeepers
of the old fashioned kind
Neighbours checking in,
online cheer leaders
and more.

In a world become greedy
for more of everything
is this our call to waken up ,
to see why the roses no
longer smell so sweet?
All is changed. Now we wait
for another kind of change
not knowing in what form
it will come. But always,
yes, always, we must hope
,

Whom We Meet

Whom We Meet
In this , the dark time

of long nights

and short dark days
we may long for 

the emerging light.

But first, let us mourn awhile
our many losses
And, yes, let us grieve
for those who left 
without a goodbye.
Let us live for a time
in this darkness
so that our hearts can heal,
so that our hearts can enlarge
through our pain. 
For the totality of this darkness 
does end, and what come after 
will depend on our facing 
the ghosts and dragons
we meet within
Or, perhaps we might see them
as our camouflaged angels.
If we wrestle with them like Jacob
did, we may surprise ourselves
and come come away limping
with a different name

For Now

Turn off the light

lay down your head.
you have come
at last
to your place 
of rest.
As you drift away 
leave your stuff
at the end of 
your bed, 
for it is enough 
now, all is done,
and pain has gone.
So, both glad
and sad, and so 
much more
we wave you off
to a somewhat
distant shore
with stumbling 
hope we strain 
our eyes to see 
some kind of place
we all might be
meeting
once more

Perceptions

There’s me

who I am
what I feel
I am
And there’s you
who you are 
what you think
I am
There’s you
who you are
what you feel
you are
And there’s me
who I am
what I think
you are
There’s inside
and outside
and they’re seldom
the same

This

Deep sadness close to despair 

Can’t find a reason to be
Feels like I’m adrift 
alone on a darkening sea
Lights have gone out one by one
Then three at a time, leaving no-one 
anywhere near:
shadows gathered around the sun
There’s not even a breathe of wind
Only a dreadful lonely stillness, 
the kind that feels empty but not 
peaceful
If I dig down a bit I can feel;
but it’s all too much.
Like diving to the bottom of the sea; 
and having to struggle back up 
just so I can breathe
At least I still 
want to breathe 
Maybe there is some trick in that
30 November 2019