Oh ye, what is left when hope is gone? Do belief, faith and charity, follow along? Devoid of sunlight, leaving only rain Like child, sole experience being pain Doth we never see or hear again Feelings thought to be with us anon Pleasantly, enjoyment stolen from A world devoid of sunshine whence it came … Continue reading Asunder
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
