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The House on the Water
More than a house, a lovely home
with rooms soft lit by sunset's kiss,
So peaceful when at set of eve
unruly day takes final leave
to grant an hour where I can be
with just my thoughts for company.
And faint the lap of water's edge
that lulls the mind to gentle rhyme,
and time in hand, I mused upon
the glorious and countless ways
God gave of so much time and love
to the vast and endless vault above.
I thought it was perhaps to teach
how far his hand can truly reach;
of how creation came to be ~
Each star a gift so we might see
beyond all that we think we know,
to where one day our steps must go.
One star shone brightest to my eye
amongst the millions in the sky,
It filled my vision, spoke to me,
told all was well, and all would be;
that he will grant us evermore,
safe haven to a different shore.
And by the pale of fading sun
this poem was born, this day was done.
for I knew that single distant star
which shone so brightly from afar
was truly heaven's firmament ;
And in whose image it was sent.
A Morning Walk
Bracelet Bay on the Gower Coast
Shadows slip away, bowing out
in deference, as the sun paints
new day early colours
on the ancient limestone cliffs.
I wander slowly, for there is
no particular hurry; And the sand kicks,
warm and shape shifting beneath my feet
as I listen to the silence, and feel the
sea wind's gentle spray cool me
with playful caress.
It is as the touch of a lover,
intoxicating, yet undefinable
by any words I know;
An exquisite delight
that brings alive my every sense
and reminds me I am as one
with Mother Nature herself.
If for a time the world stood still
and all the moments of the day
were gathered in;
which would I choose?
Would it be rise of early sun
that sups the chaliced morning dew,
mayhap a sparrow's gleeful song
when first he spies the early worm.
Or the look held in a lover's eye
when stirred awake with tender kiss,
and the smile, that granted in reply
says more in silence than in speech.
But none is richer than the whole,
the sum of parts that form each day.
Made up of every thought and dream,
all precious moments, locked away.
And thus I give this choice to you:
That if one moment could be caught,
made captive with the artist's brush
Tell me - which would you choose?
To An English Garden
Snow, like a newly washed blanket
thrown careless over my garden.
Instant perfection in the unattended
disarray of the long dull winter months.
And gazing from a frost patterned window
I can see the first brave shoots of spring,
fragile beacons of colour, reaching
for the pale yellow of a lazily rising sun.
And how sweet those delicately
arranged flowers of early springtime.
Jewels beyond price that bewitch the senses
as they sparkle against earth's bare brown skin.
How glorious the sight; and how uplifting
to the soul; to know that in every garden
and in every corner of this beautiful planet,
the bloom of new life will rise eternal.
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In the Eye of the Beholder
A scientist would say; A rainbow
is a simple meteorological phenomenon
caused by the fundamental process
of refraction, and as such, does not
exist in any particular location.
And I say; In my world, 'Tis God
playing hide and seek with his children,
as he shows us how beautifully
he can paint the sky.