I didn’t hear you coming,
then you were by my side.
Happiness fills me.
Standing in the garden
looking at red leaves,
I hold your hand gently,
and share the sweetness
of these green leaves,
the distant doves cooing,
the sun dipping to the horizon.
Life is good.
We hear together
the music
of this silence
What a marvelous day yesterday was. for us here in London.
The sunlight was powerful;
the sky blue and on the trees and shrubs I could almost see buds opening.
By the lake a huge flock of pigeons rose from the trees and circled in precise and moving geometry
whilst simultaneously many sea gulls which had been floating on the windblown water arose
and formed concentric whirling music in the sky.
We stood still on the grass in the deep silence, absorbing the colors,shapes and murmurings.
Just a normal day in the country park but I am sure of one thing:
Birds can see God
And in such green stillness,perhaps we can feel God ,if only for a moment
h,words
when words are not enough
to give our feelings form
music is the language
which many find gives calm
when words are too clumsy
touch may be enough
a glance of compassion
may pull us from the Slough
when words don’t come easy
when music fails to charm
then come to me and tell me;
I’ll enclose you in my arms
gestures,touch and glances
are a language in themselves
words are not enough for us
We need touch as well.
How my heart sings 