Posted in Poetry

Light a candle

light-a-candle2“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart”
Helen Keller

Light a candle
say a prayer.
Feel your heartbeat,
be aware!

Troubles may
have entered in.
Breathe in silence,
shut out the din!

Look to gratitude,
for the change.
Let your minds
be rearranged!

Peace on Earth,
a real desire.
A new way of being,
something higher!

and souls released!
The divine within,
magically increased!


Posted in Poetry

Letting Go

“Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.”
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose


in the midst of pain,
can it be?
Break me if You want,
I surrender.
Put the shards on the ceiling,
if that helps.
Tear my heart out;
if needs be!
Let my screaming begin,
so that You can put me back together!

I lie here in tatters,
thinking about the past,
the desolation!
Please erase my memories,
the damage.
I want to forget!
Take away the despair,
make it fade.
I don’t need it anymore!

Does this pain make me a better person,
when the bitterness is toxic?
The misery is lethal,
at times,
it engulfs me!

I woke up,
thinking of You,
thanking You,
adoring You!
You made me,
in perfection,
in Love!

I’ve stopped praying,
stopped asking,
even stopped petitioning!
I’ve tried to hold on to acceptance,
I concede, I’m powerless!
The acquiescence arises
into brokenness!
I will embrace adversity,
though reluctance
inhabits me!
I relinquish control,
and set my doubt
a sail on an ocean
of peace!
The pain still visits,
That unwelcome heartbreak!

I just want amnesia
absence of thought!
But I don’t want to forget what is good,
what is Holy,
what is consecrated!
I won’t forget glory
I cannot forget the light,
that burns within me.
The light,
that expels darkness!

When I touched Your wings
I saw Your light.
I know Your presence.
Come back…..

In my brokenness,
I’m grateful!


Posted in Poetry



This is where I found silence,
tranquility revealed,
motions of effervescence,
translucent waters,
trickling through my senses.
No words between us,
soothing meanders,
the echo of a bird call,
above rocky escarpments,
the free flow of peace.
No memories beckoned,
only sparkling moments,
enveloped stillness,
luminous wonder.
The trees brushing the quietness,
paradise found!



Posted in Christmas

Christmas in Africa


I’ve only known Christmas in summer,
we go to the beach for a swim.
We tuck into turkey and gammon,
and of course there’s a seasonal hymn.

Twinkling lights in the darkness.
Santa with all his reindeer!
We’ve grown up filling our stockings,
traditions we still hold quite dear.

We watch soppy Holiday movies,
and marvel at all of the lights.
Houses lit on every corner,
as we imagine such wonderful sights!

We’ve heard of eggnog and hot cider
and it does sound kinda nice,
though a cold beer goes down much better,
or a cool drink with lots of ice.

I would love to have a white Christmas,
and indulge in festive fare.
Visit the late evening markets,
though it’s on a wing and a prayer!


Posted in Poetry



I found a little bird last week,
he wasn’t very well.
He seemed to have a serious disease,
an affliction I couldn’t tell.

Each morning when I woke up,
he was bobbing on the fence.
Waiting to greet the new day,
his suffering made no sense!

I wondered why he came to me,
and what message did he bring.
I believe he had a purpose,
though he didn’t really sing.

I fed him seeds and gave him water,
and he hobbled swiftly away.
An affliction that seemed terminal,
is all that I could say.

I tried to catch him in the evening,
when he was off his guard,
but a little spirited movement,
made his capture very hard!

Today I haven’t seen him,
and tears are in my eyes.
Maybe he’s heading heavenward,
above the deep blue skies.

I think he came to tell me,
the preciousness of being,
and how each moment matters,
a gracious way of seeing!

He came to give acceptance,
when life can be a burden.
That even in his suffering,
he trundled round my garden.

Birdie is my inspiration,
when I’m overcome with doubt.
God knows the fall of each sparrow,
mindfulness is what it’s about…..