Remember standing, peering through the glass
Wondering  why  some  people   are well off
Admiring   finer  shoes   that women love

Later, after tragedy,  the glass
Descended on me like a stoney mask 
Remember  living cut off  from the mass

Yet  in its time,came down that Heart above
That took me in and  opened   me to trust
Letting  in  emotions and great  love

Evoking  through the rituals and the Mass
A Consecration  deeper for my tasks
Remember  prayer dismantled alien  glass

As curves the sun, as flies the holy dove 
Every human  lives with  change and loss
Accepting  knives, in hearts we bared for   love

As we walk  we see the  ages past
Until we reach that bourne  we seek at last
No more  staring in a looking glass
No peering  in the dark, we   meet our Love

PS I am an agnostic.I believe Eternity is now…. if we reach it

Corinthians 13:12 King James Version (KJV)

¹² For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Walking by your side,I held your hand
Wondering if  this might be the  final time
The towpath was as dry as desert sand

Love’s a mystery  none can understand
Yet all of us can allocate the  blame
Walking by side by side  you kissed my hand

My tears are salty as  they reach my tongue
We need water, we need heavy rain
The towpath was as dry as desert sand

Where are you,darling, I can’t walk for long
I suffer from my torture  and its shame
Walking by your side, you held my hand

I’m sitting in the garden,it feels wrong
Yet who but God themself receives the blame?
Once in  deserts far, Satan  harangued

I wait and wait , the angel never comes
The sadness in the garden leaves me stunned
I walked out by  the stretcher,felt your hand
You smiled at me, oh love that was  so fond

I looked into my window from outside
The books were piled on  shelves in random ways
I thought I’d see  him  there though he has died

In the past I lost another , life denied
I had to carry on, to grief was prey
I looked into my window from outside

My pain was such, I  felt that I might die
The shrapnel  in the heart, the guilt unpaid
I dreamed I’d see  him  there though he has died

The  fiery bush ,its flames have caught my eye
It burns forever  showing us the way
I looked into a  window from outside

I used to live  behind a glass, no bride.
Yet  the vital work was  learned in play
I wished to see  him  there though he has died

Now three are  gone  am I supposed to pray?
The  jackets tweed, the smell of smoke and clay
I looked into my window from outside
I thought I’d  find someone with the right eyes.

Must friendship close our eyes to other’s faults
Or see then with a sweet and tactful eye?
On the door within  must we place  bolts?

Can we trust our instinct or revolt?
Who can tell if one of us has lied
Must friendship close our eyes to other’s faults?

Yet if our human values they assault
The warmth inside our heart like love is fey
On its door within  must we place  bolts?

Chamberlain met Hitler  like a dolt
The Czecho-slovak state he’d occupy
Desire may  blind  our mind to others’ faults.

Into Warsaw came the Nazi boots
The Ghetto  where the Jews stood up and died
On  our memory’s door  must we place  bolts?

Did Stalin have a friend and if so why?
Hitler had a woman by his side
Must “friendship ” close our eyes to other’s faults
On the door within  must we place  bolts?

I was bare as rocks are by the sea
My uniform had vanished  like the cat
I had to take exams  in geometry

I  felt  besmirched by nuns’ conformity
They always howled,  so pure they’d hit a bat
I was  as bare as babies on God’s knee

Nakedness displays  deformities
My  Celtic feet have bones but not much fat
I had to take exams  in geometry

My body seemed to cause hilarity
I had not typed it in the right format
I was  as  bare as swans  at Manningtree

I had no clothes,no pen, no mortgage fee
I left the room, I’m never going back
I  faked exams  in Greek and  poverty

My face was white, my eyes were blue and black
I   looked  so round ,I wore no corselette
I declare my  frocks  are up a tree
I had to  drop the bomb on  Coventry

Politicians come in many grades
Oxford Cambridge,Eton,Harrow Hill
But with Johnson miming humour I’m afraid

With a merry smile, he must get laid
Are his ladies ever on the pill?
Politicians come in many grades

What we do confuses what we say
Does he pay his mistresses and  tell?
With him miming humour I’m afraid

See him looking angry on the dais
No-one likes his jokes, they make us ill
Politicians come in many grades

He  conquers but now so much  is displayed
He is not so jovial on his hill
With his  so called humour I’m afraid

In the Ball he think he is the belle
Britain has no comedy, it’s Hell
Politicians come in many grades
With Johnson’s antic humour I’m dismayed

There   must be shades of grey in human life
Or shades of blue that we see in the sky
Not I am right and you are wrong, not strife

If I’m  black does that mean you are white?
You may be  grey or beige, oh, laugh and cry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

Not every man  is well loved by  a wife
Some are deft and some will never try
 I ‘m  both right and wrong,  there is no strife        

No woman loves all men, however lithe.
Our purpose  is  indeed a  need to pry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

As in connubial bliss the lovers writhe
Others filled with hatred want to die
 I am right and you are wrong, that’s twice

I don’t  write a memoir, I ‘m dead shy
Yet I’m as bold as brass when all’s awry
There   must be   colours  softer than straight lines
Using fuzzy logic, let’s  not lie

The Tilley lamp and its dramatic hiss
Affected me like clocks do in the night
I crouched beneath the blankets in my fear
Red light from its centre pained my sight

Feverish, alone and still a child
I  lay in darkness with no  mother there
Tense as if to run when lions came
Pretending to be dead , that might deter.

I had a dream when they surrounded me
They spoke in human voices, she is dead
I froze into  paralysis  and fear
My heart was thumping  like a lump of lead

Children’s fears  destroy their  peace of mind
To the young, we must at least be kind

The secrets of  the numbers  are in sight
Patience and perception bring us near
The silent visions of the dreamsweet nights

Is there yet  a growing sense of light
As we tiptoe through the maze in doubt and fear?
The secrets of  the numbers  are in sight

Yet overthinking , blindness,  causes blight
The rose  corrupted  worms into  ideas
The silent visions of the deepest nights

The panic fear, the  sudden stormy  flight
As into  blackest woods the driver steers
The secrets of  the numbers  are  alright

Missed out again,  shall we   make change or fight?
The  guides unnumbered, different ways will veer
The  awkward visions of the dreaming night

Give up your self,oh,care no more what’s here
In the depths his mighty words are spears
The secrets of  the numbers   have no site
Nor silent visions  in  the haunted  night.

I shall post my sins upon the Web
Sinners  may be cheered by reading mine
I have killed a  mouse, how very bad

I have  been annoyed  but now I’m sad
My sins are written underneath the lines
I shall post my sins upon the Web

If I get too scrupulous it’s mad
I’ll be committed or at least be fined
I have killed a   fly,  am I a cad?

I stood on my cat’s foot and hurt his pad
My apology so far has been declined
I shall post my sins upon the Web

Original and new, my sins  filled sheds
As I seek to  find how sin’s defined
I have killed a  spider   with black blood

No wonder that my  sins are  all now crimes
One  joined up with others, how malign!
I shall post my sins upon the Web
I have killed a  mouse, how very bad