1970-2026
Fifty-six years,
countless moments,
but, undisguised,
more behind than lie ahead.
So these are precious moments,
to taste and savour
aching for more,
never enough
to sate the hunger
of love.
kw
Words and pictures reflecting life and faith.
1970-2026
Fifty-six years,
countless moments,
but, undisguised,
more behind than lie ahead.
So these are precious moments,
to taste and savour
aching for more,
never enough
to sate the hunger
of love.
kw
Birthday
A word in your ear
as you join another year
and meet a new one
vulnerable to time.
Not a year older,
but a day older,
seems gentler that way.
And what would the word be
that flows to you from me:
uncluttered whisper,
untroubled rhyme.
From a lover
to another
constant love
and
just
another day.
kw
Valentine
As if a time,
a day, a date,
could in any way
dictate
the tides and times
of love.
It never has
it never will,
nor seasons
fulfil,
some primal age
of love.
And Valentines
again comes round.
Some things lost,
some things found,
and yet the sound
and it is a sound
of love
retains a voice
and melody
that starts and ends
with you and me.
kw 2026
Standing
on the threshold of the season,
waiting for the darkness to
clear,
waiting for the travellers on their journey,
waiting for
the new star to appear.
Standing midst the songs of
celebration,
waiting for the dawn of that day
when the tide of
time begins returning
to keep the dark of night at bay.
Standing
at an inn or border crossing
waiting, always waiting, for
relief
shunned or hounded by oppression,
bowed beneath the
heavy load of grief.
But still we’re on the doorstep of
tomorrow
still a hope, still a reason why,
still a light beyond
our darkness
an answer to the prayers we cry.
Standing
on the threshold of this season,
singing songs of angels and of
kings
singing, always singing, for a future,
singing for the
joy that singing brings.
And the song began way, way back, in
glory
before the world and all created things
when the spirit
sang above the waters
and the tune, like feathers, formed his
wings.