15:54 08 October in Rhyme

We move and breathe in inches


lapses of life pushing out

drawing in

expanding from the now to the next

in short and subtle shatters.


We move and breathe in inches


methodic moments counting out

crushing in

moulding the not to the nearly

in fierce and fleeting fractions.


We move and breathe in inches


for life lives in-between

the plans

the paths

the patterns

the shadows and the seen.


We are moving             breathing           inches


our smallness shapes the way

and God he grows

he gathers

the dartings of each day.

The Voice of Truth

12:59 16 January in Rhyme

He was a prophet
she was a spy
he knew all things
she lived a lie
they found a plot
they pitched a tent:
“Tomorrow and the truth for rent.”

the people came
their futures told
all secrets shared
beware, behold!
the coming days
the hidden things
your joys and hopes
your sufferings

but prophets live to tell the truth
and spies will die to hide it
with tick of time
despite the rhyme
their tongue became divided

he prayed to God
she phoned the state
the spotlight fell
so clear to see
their future’s fading harmony

because he was still
a prophet
because she was still
a spy
and the heart of truth
should share a voice
or its living is
a lie.


14:57 07 December in Rhyme
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is too much
of a la-la word
so I’m not
gonna point it at you

still I write
I yearn
for a spark
a term
that will translate
what is true

I’ve brought many words
to many things
but to you
I will give
my silence

to you alone
THIS space:

my tongue
just a fool
in the fullness
of Your face.


07:25 01 December in Rhyme
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When I say that God is good
I’m not pointing
to my blessings
I’m referring to
the fact
that I

the outside
the everything
still roars above my anything
me breathless
to believe

that He
is the maker
of miracles

that He
is the inbetween

the search
the find
and the tremble

the towering Unseen.


13:03 29 November in Rhyme

And soon
we will have honey
to clear
our blurry
to ease the haze
of smoking sticks
and a thousand dooming deaths

and soon
we’ll drip with sweetness
and soon
our hope
will rise
despite the buzz
of poisoned wings
shattering our skies

and soon
and soon
the river
and very soon the gold
in streams of sweet redemption
will bubble
will unfold

and we
will thank
the Honeyguide
for showing us the way
and rest our hearts in sweetness
despite a darker day.


12:31 05 November in Rhyme

down where the spirit
meets the bone
I have built
have wrecked my home
the inbetween spaces
the unexplained
where expectant eyes
are met
then maimed

down where the spirit
meets the bone
I have hidden
sought and shown
recurring promise
repeated pride
the pendulum
the tick
the tide

down down where the spirit
down down in my bones

an inch
to life
at the heart of me
is death undone
is agony

The void

11:35 28 September in Rhyme
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If all the things
that’s left unsaid
would gather in a cloud
and pierce the sky
in poignant cry
and shrill
and loud
if all those words
came pouring down
if all those questions fell
symphonical apologies
and minuettes from hell

the earth might sigh
a slow relief
her hidden drought destroyed
the birds might shrink
and turn their backs
and annoyed

and we might live
despite the glare
of brightened understanding
or drown amidst
the fatal force
of being too demanding.