Tuesday, February 21, 2006


you lived a good life
though shorter than I’d have wished
stood tall and joyful
saluting the light
a large, humble beauty
that few eyes noticed
in your corner of the garden
where you seemed quite happy
just to be there
with no need of fanfare
or immortality
content to be visited
by the occasional bee
or butterfly.

But these eyes have seen you
and this page remembers
your curious statuary
your telescopic climb
from soil to sky
and your bowing at last
to the will of nature
that your manifold children
so close to your open heart
might find their way home.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

This Stone

I just picked up this stone
it’s a beautiful thing
hard and weighty and shapely
this stone is a lot like you and me
it may just look inert, and of not much use
but it has a story – a past, present and future

Once it was part of a mountain or riverbed
somehow it broke away
and time has carried it here
one day it will be worn down to sand
and maybe a flower will root and grow there
but right now it is in my hand
and I am seeing its beauty – and potential
this stone is a miracle, and it makes me feel love

God holds me and you in his hand
just as I hold this stone
he sees our hardness and our beauty
he knows our history, and our potential
we are all miracles waiting to happen
we should feel loved.