She was here but now she’s lost A winter breeze turned into frost A weathered hand, salt of the soil What did she want to say? A butterfly, resting on flower Wings fluttered, quiet hour I turned away, the colour foiled Butterfly had flown away A dog lay, forever, by my side Recovered … Continue reading Poem – Lost
A leader to be followed, A man to judge the dead He stands on the pulpit preaching ‘The Kingdom of Heaven is near,’ he said. A movement, small to start, Followers, chosen, whence did come, A story to develop, Apostles, on his death, they doth become. To him not all stay loyal, A disciple, mendacious, will betray. He … Continue reading the prophet
What do we see through the eyes of man? The sun shining bright on a summer’s day Or the dark grey storm-clouds of winter? What do we see through the eyes of man? The beauty of youth in a red dress Or the empathy of ageing in a wheelchair? What do we see through the … Continue reading the eyes of man
