The Inkwell
#easter
Who’s that hopping in the garden
dropping eggs round the lawn
“I’m celebrating” he tells everyone
“The saviours been reborn”
and so with his very bouncy feet
he’s leaving everyone a treat
in places that are not so sunny
delivering gifts – the easter bunny
Cathedral walls filled with voices as
Harmonic music was played throughout
Orators of great note – joined in
Resounding hymns and psalms
Until the time came – and
Silence and Reverence came with eucharistic rites
#Napowrimo #Room #Dorm
Reflection of a shared room (school retreat)
Keswick, 1987
Up in the hills
by a mountain stream
a place of reflection and retreat
the room shared three
with a view of the lakes
a place to ponder, relax and take breaks
colour scheme – calming
a sight of some sheep
and during our breaks we would gambol and leap
#fowc #Confession
Cleansing of
Oral admissions
Noted by the angels
For the day of judgement
Expressions of remorse
Said in private but always
Said honestly and in receipt of penance
In an attempt to show an element
Of contrition for the time we
Next meet our maker
The atmosphere is electric
some gathered there would say evangelic
as the lights flicker around the evening sky
like acolytes the security guards wait
for the signal to lower the velvet barriers
countdown progresses
as a one hit wonder presses a golden button
with that actress you know off the daily soap opera
and then the worship begins
as the bells ring out
and the dinero fills the tills
as the worshippers take their communion home
in the form of homeware, electricals or fashion
Belief – you’re not born with it
emerges from what you are told from your teachers
like mum and dad, grandmas and granddads
it’s then down to you to weigh up
each little bit you’ve been told
verify and question, and finally
engage – before it grows
Sat in solemnity
the light brightens
the dark of midnight
Prayer for a loved one
the young old, the sick, the traveller,
kept in a moment of action
The light travels far
directing the thoughts of those
who’s thinking about their own
And the wax melts
tears of sadness or joy
fall in line down in line
And as the light continues to shine
the sign of the holders
shines out for all to see
The Inkwell