.

in darkness

you appear   

.

mirror

of

light    

.

breath

of

darkness   

.

autumn moon –

tabernacling  

.

no sound –

yet the sky

is not silent   

.

sign –

of heaven

and earth   

.

another consciousness

this night

within the sky  

.

the

falling

moon   

.

chiaroscuro –

the moon

the night

.

.

each night

the stars

.

.

Here she is

A couple of days’ old

Eyes open

The slightest smile

Like Mona Lisa

.

For my granddaughter, Sophia, born to Belinda Middlebrook and Jacob Carroll.

.

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.