You can’t get away from it!
Day: July 18, 2023
The tidal Thames
Images
At the edge of reverie and dream
In the dusk or dawn, the edge of life
We catch sight of images sublime
The fantasies, the daydreams, how they seem
Elusive yet eternal in their strife
At the edge of reverie and dream
Are they wishes we’re too scared to claim
Part of our own self, defensive, shy!
We catch sight of images maligned.
Prophecies of futures not yet seen
They tell a truth as they flow swiftly by
At the edge of reverie and dream
Life at these dusk times is slow and green
Aversive to the tempo of new times
We catch sight of images that stream
Can a writer catch this theme in rhymes;
Write it down in short and telling lines?
At the edge of reverie and dream
We fish up pictures from this image stream
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Don’t be afraid
Two sparrows cost only a penny, but not even one of them can die without your Father’s knowing it. 30 God even knows how many hairs are on your head. 31 So don’t be afraid. You are worth much more than many sparrows.
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Matthew 10:30-3
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Dad’s smokey jacket
O
In my dreams I travel deep and low
Into the happy world of long ago
The jacket on the chair that smelled of smoke
The funny tales, he sang, he laughed, he spoke
So faint the memory yet ,strong are its remains
Security and love in our domain
The brushes and the stipplers all stood by
For noone told his tools that he would die.
On his shoulders, like a queen I rode
So safe and happy on the path he trod.
His voice was clear and he could whistle too
In those days men were used to do
And love shone from him on my mother dear
She laughed and made us cakes for Sunday tea
What tragedy to leave his children five
But in that distant space he is alive
The fire as red as any glowing rose
We were dressed so well in home made clothes
Too happy, needing no words to relate
Our sense of being in this generous space
I can’t get back to them I cannot swim
The passages too wet, the light so dim
Yet I feel it in my body faint and clear
Death is not the end of those so dear.
Deep inside our minds , ancestors live
And to out hearts a depth and breadth they give
Yet missing him,I hover near the place
Where I might dive into his lost embrace
The table where we banged our little heads
The chairs so close together like a bed
The teapot always full, the sugar bowl
The fire, the kettle , pussy cat and coal
The fireplace had its oven nice and warm
Looking at red coals made me feel calm
The children seem to play in that far space
And all around is love and on and on I gaze
How my heart sings 