.
each night
the stars
.
.
each night
the stars
.
.
A curve of harbour
Below
Crisp light
Depths of history
Elemental
Fresh
Godliness
.
Here
I
Joined with my family
Kept
Love
.
My father at rest
Near
.
Oratory
Plain
Quiet
Religion
Silent
True
.
.
Certainly we are not what we are,
for solitude can make us more, and kindness –
for what we are is tempered by a star,
see, its holiness, shining high.
Impassible, and yet, each night a wind.
Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel. For I
was lifted up – that we be intertwined.
A kinship – humility that is unshy.
On Friday morning I waited in the rain.
I prayed, Havah, the mother of children.
My lips became warm. Without complaint
a waning moon relinquishes its light,
for as a grain descends, a baptism,
a starry multitude, night’s quietism.
.
.
Look –
A river flows one way.
Sparks arise from fire –
Chaotic, free.
Hesitant, sincere,
What is becomes
Eternity.
.
.
ember
an honour
.
.
The flow of music once was found
I sat at a piano
fingers found chords
– a mystery
Now the flow occurs as I sit at a computer
a melody appears
a phrase combined with another
rich harmony
– a wonder
.
Judges 13:18
.
We multiply
two
three
four
five
six
.
.
What is – evening and
morning – blessed.
.
For Tom on his birthday.
.
Alpha Centauri
Bright binary star at
Civilisation’s
Dawn part of an
Equatorial constellation shifted
Far south since that time the
Greeks depicted the constellation as
Half human half horse with the Southern Cross as one of
Its legs the Babylonians as a bison with a human
Joined at its torso
Keeping to its course it will gradually
Lift in our celestial sphere
Moving
North towards the celestial equator and then
Over the next hundred thousand years will according to our
Perspective
Quite vanish from sight
Receding amongst the countless
Stars of
The Milky Way
.