Arts Articles
Faith songs
I I have faith, not in God, but in the infinite tenderness of your touch, in the fragility of this.
Recycling facility
What shall I do with this, the old lady asks, Offering a telephone. It still works. Not now, it doesn’t. He chucks it in a skip.
IMHO
Jesus did not appear to me today in a burnt a piece of toast. Nor in the face of the cornbread, nor in the sad black eye of the sunflower. Maybe he was lingering in the musical shadows of children singing in my morning dreams.
Refuge
The queen my mother taught me how to lead her people out of danger when I had fifteen years and only thoughts of life and love.
I AM
I am the adder under the stone, I am the mouseling, wary, alone, I am the sea-wave ready to strike, I am that rusty clapped out bike.
Through the eyes of the children: a lament
We were taught to look for the good in everyone. But when your eyes are filled with the blood of your brothers; your ears echo with the cries of your sisters; your head overwhelmed with numbers beyond counting of splinters of dreams scattered profusely over broken pavements, how then are...
John Dee
What’s known as his ‘magic mirror’ is polished obsidian that reflected his obsessive probing the dark surface for a glimpse of angels harbouring divine secrets drawn from all times past and those even yet to come.
Feet
Firmly grounded, side by side, orderly. While others dangle nonchalantly, mid-careless-air, an imper- ceptible swing to them.
Meeting for Zooming
The screens reflected in their eyes, each sits in a familiar room, Friends – silent, chatty, busy, wise – united by the Quaker Zoom.
Ukraine
In the market place Where the few stalls left Are flanked by the rubble Of shopping centres, apartment blocks And a still smouldering maternity clinic, The longest queues are for seeds.