“All shall be well,and all manner of things shall be well” St Julian of Norwich

Trust the unknown force that grew you, From the joining of two cells.

Act of love, of mutual giving,

Created you,a brand new self.

Trust the dark,the unseen aspects

Of the life we all must live.

Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,

To your emptiness to give.

Wait in patience for the time

When inspiration comes at last

Trust in darkness,silence,

lowness.

Opposition forms the cross.

Pain is bearable in lowness,

Like the worm in  earth I dwell.

When I look I see the sunrise

And I trust all shall be well.

The blank paged notebooks where you used to write
First with pencil then with ballpoint pen
The Freeling novels you read in the night

These special objects bring you to my sight
I see your face, you disappear again
To blank paged notebooks where you used to write

The reading lamp showed in its small clear light
Your telephone, your desk, your writing plan
The Freeling novels you read in the night

My heart feels strange, my feelings re- ignite
The fires of love quelled by the sudden rain
Oh, blank paged notebooks where you used to write

I did not let you go without a fight
But once accepted, I endured the pain
I read the books that you read in the night

The force that makes the wheat produce its grain
Also kills as freely as blood stains
In blank paged notebooks where you used to write
Where do you read now in endless night?