Stumbled into love

Happy 75th Birthday, Richard Rohr…
“Like the wind, the Spirit blows where it will (John 3:8). There has been more than enough wind at my back—and more than enough seeing and encountering of Love—for all of these 75 years. All of it was given, never acquired, merited, or even fully understood. I just stumbled into Love again and again. And was held by it.”
― Richard Rohr


I’m in a tempest,
the wind at my back,
stumbled into love,
seen light through the crack!

When I wasn’t looking,
grace found me,
I was held by devotion,
in an affectionate sea.

Broken and bruised,
ruined by life,
I’m being reconfigured,
by His glorious design.


So, the stars dance for you?

I memorialized my son’s Facebook page today. It was so hard looking at his photograph and reminding myself that he’s gone.
I want people to talk about him and I never want him to be forgotten.
For me it is a beautiful reminder to hold in my heart forever, thank you Facebook.

my stevie

so, the stars dance
for you
and the moon shows her favour,
the planets know your name,
with each nebula
you savour,
and when we meet again,
merged by His grace,
on cosmic winds,
far beyond this Earthly trace,
in my heart
I have perceived,
you’re more alive than you’ve ever been….


A luminous Diamond in her day….

My Mother passed into glory 33 years ago this month.
This is a tribute to her…..

mum 3There was gentleness about her eyes
a luminous diamond in her day.
I felt emotion in her sighs,
her dreams to love and so to pray.

No words express a heart that cries,
fears she had I dare not say.
Her endless love and soul ties,
hopes and dreams they go astray…

We meet at night above the skies,
dancing beyond the Milky Way.
In the canopy of stars time flies,
when past the asteroids we play.

There was gentleness about her eyes
they were of an ashen grey
I felt emotion in her sighs
into radiance she found her way….


Gone but not forgotten

“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil Gibran

gone but not forgotten

an empty house
the walls can’t speak,
nights are quiet,
floor boards
don’t creak

tapestries of remembrance
flood my dreams,
faint sounds
still live
bygone routines

where shadows
tussle with my heart,
a presence gone,
fallen apart

just drifting on a lonely cloud,
calling out,
my feelings

your name
is whispered
under my breath,
without you,
i appear bereft

hoping this is
just a dream,
i awake
to find
grief’s extremes

tears fall
softly on my bed,
i’m captured by

in the reality
of what this means,
i still search
for you
in gossamer beams

i’ll face the day
to celebrate your life,
you were
on loan to us
for just a while

A Tribute

“crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real”
― Chester Bennington


Melting into the atmosphere,
mesmerized by luminous blues.
His deathly fears behind him,
bedazzled by the lofty views.
Gone was confusing resonant,
his true reflection appeared.
Far above melancholy darkness,
his soul was revered.

Pulled from beneath the surface,
the walls no longer closed in.
Earthly wounds transfigured, and
sacred whispers drenched his skin.
Endless discomfort dissipated,
he was transmuted into white.
Evanescent insecurities,
became vivid celestial lights.