Category Archives: Poetry

One of the most powerful forces. We cannot control its advance even if we take the battery out of the clock it still ticks elsewhere. The passing of time, killing time, wasting time, however we use it we cannot get it back. Measured by hundredths of split seconds, minutes, hours days, weeks, months, years. TheContinue reading “Time”

Another year has come and gone, the beginning taking us faithfully to the end. Life is cyclical, a repetitive replaying spring, summer, autumn, winter. Yet if I look closely, feel deeply, if I stop to ponder; I realise that there are layers of growth and truth to be celebrated. Life is not simply circumference ofContinue reading “full circle”

I am like warm wax emblazoned with the master’s seal. This coming of four decades has caused a shifting in my soul; a clicking into place, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle being pushed down; I am like one , previously unable to see over a wall, now given a ladder to peer intoContinue reading “On turning 40”

So many mornings I’ve sat contemplating the day seeking strength and courage for then new challenges. Dreaming … questioning … enduring, now finishing. Walking in with ambition and expectations, believing I held a bunch of magical keys that could unlock long closed doors. Now, I’m walking out, some doors are opened, some keys passed on,Continue reading “last lines”

diagonal droplets fall on parched, bare ground baked and burnt by months of relentless african sun. The earth drinks the life-giving water as cooling molecules caress its dehydrated surface, causing joy to bubble from deep within each grateful soul. The relief is tangible, the smell intoxicating … indescribably delicious perfume of God. We are notContinue reading “first rains”

purple ponies, iced cupcakes, hair ribbons, girlie, dreamy, pretty, but this purple, is purple on another level . It is purple that proclaims hope purple that causes us to pause in wonder; our adult brains questioning the possibility of a whole purple foliage. Purple blossoms arresting my attention transporting me from my rat race inspiringContinue reading “purple”

a reminder of freedoma celebration oftransformation …Once tiny larva beneath the surface of the pond,yet, following intrinsic design,one day, they venture up the pond rush stalksand awaittransformation …they don’t fully understand the processbut obey the inner pull -here- the Great CreatorMetamorphoses theminto F R E E D O M

Hope f l o a t sHappiness bubbles …palms open shoulders loosensteps lengthencapacity and tenacityincrease – when there is a sense of divine ordering-omniscient orchestrating hope f l o a t sBurdens liftjoy saturatesrelationships blossomstories are written;even if nothing remarkable has changed.