The pain and beauty of the wild North sea
The coast of Norfolk where we used to be
The grief that rips the heart out from its cave
Throws it on the sea to ride the waves
The loss of you and love and all it means
With my inner eye I see these scenes
The snow that fell on Cromer Easter Day
The lifeboat on the pier, the words to say
Ancient churches guard the holy place
Hidden in the lightest inner space
Eagles do not live here but the birds
Sing from yellow gorse and know the words
What names might small bird call us as they watch?
The world is re created in a snatch
How my heart sings 