red rose
someone close
cup of tea
made for me
sense of humour
favourite crooner
neil diamond
barbara striesand
going for walks
avoiding shocks
answered prayers
no more cares
good dreams

Your birthdays round the corner
but i won't be there with you
i parcel up my love
and send them by the clouds to you...
i will send you a coat rainbow
and necklaces of dewdrops too

i don't see the breeze..
but i see the curtains move and bellow
as it whispers into it sweet nothings.

i once heard a preacher say
its not what you know ..
but what you sow you reap!

Remember lord?

Some years back when i was dealing with rancour in my heart?
i don't know why but what You taught me then stands out special.

my back is paining..
my eyes are sore
this ache in my head i can't ignore..
i sit in the darkness..or in the ebbing light,
covering my eyes from all things bright.

i saw a face in the crowd..
above a million heads it seemed..
perched up, a princess she was no doubt..
that certainity in her gaze,
shaded by her father's hand ..
as they bobbed up and down..

Its that time of the year
when usually our school was done
we sat all ,siblings together...
regaling each other with stories..
pushings our seats further
into the open lawns,

two heroes emerged..out of a single frey
one gracious in victory ,other in defeat..
one ..that sacrificed to make possible the present
other the future to carry the torch forward

The letters joined to form the words.
And the words essayed a sentence!

The hand that healed the masses
the one they nailed on the cross,
this hand holds the anvil
removing all the dross.

And then a thought that fleets in..
some hidden worry i hold

This man, a singer of the masses..
a standing ovation in albert hall
he graced the cover of magazines
a hero to them all
returned to his lonely hotel room..
and saw his life thus strewn..

Walking thru the wilderness
nursing scars and burns
pained by His silence..
i walked a step or too,
carrying my hurt and anger..
baggages old and new..
i turned my eye to heaven

i promised you a picture of the mountains high
instead i captured the curtains and the sky

sleep inducing low incessant rain outside the window
heralds an early winter
warm quilts..digging deeper ..burrowing off to sleep..