a light to the world



“I lifted my hands and then my eyes and I allowed myself to be astonished by the great everywhere calling to me like an old and unspoken invitation.” ~David Whyte


When I found You,
it was from darkness
I emerged,
and I looked upon Your countenance,
Your loveliness.

My bones had turned to dust;
and my faith had dissolved into
a hopeless shadow of despair.
Foreboding lingered in the half-light.

I did not know the beginning from the end,
and the craving for completeness consumed my waking hours.

You showed me the way back to the light,
to my soul’s abode,
to a place I had always known,
deep in my heart.

The brightness within me was there all the time.

Untruth had clouded me,
and bonds had been broken,
dread had been set into my flesh.
I didn’t know who I was,
or where I belonged.
I was drowning in seas of uncertainty,
needing worldly favour
to know if I was human.
I was eroded by the schemes of men,
crumbled into non-existence.

The awakening was gradual,
as if I had to grow into it,
to become it.
When my eyes adjusted to mystical light,
colours took on
divergent elements,
and I was no longer afraid of
my own shadow.
With my ear to the ground,
I could hear songs of the Earth,
and the rhythm of my soul’s awakening.

You never said it would be easy,
You never said that I would not suffer,
but You enclosed me in grace
and occupied me with love.
My heartbeat resonated with Yours,
so that I could soar above adversity.
I became human
the way I am supposed to be.

And when the storms came,
I was ready…

I can never go back to the prison that once was my mind


Finding you

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you!
― John O’DonohueTo Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

steve in jerusalem

I’ve seen you,
but not in the coherent
light of day.
I’ve held your hand in midnight exposure
of heartfelt longings,
a fragile appearance
of diaphanous light,
when my soul found its way to you
and in a flash you were gone,
leaving a trace of devotion,
an abiding assurance,
that you are still here….


Gentle Light

“May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.”
― John O’DonohueAnam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom


In the gentle light of Autumn,
on a clement afternoon,
I unravel secret oaths,
as I gaze towards the dunes.
Shells of enduring promise,
bask on the sands,
some scattered, some broken,
they make no demands.

The rumble of the ocean,
dulls the ache within,
ubiquitous memories,
softly stroke my skin.
I feel connected,
on the shores of this great expanse,
even the ground beneath me,
seems to understand.



“Whenever tragic loss occurs, you either resist or you yield. Some people become bitter or deeply resentful; others become compassionate, wise, and loving. Yielding means inner acceptance of what is. You are open to life.”― Eckhart TolleA New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

a beach

Sometimes bitterness creeps,
like an inky black stain,
and clots of despair,
choke the joy that remains.
I cast out the poison, of insidious thought,
dwelling on the past,
my future is distraught!

At times
I feel like falling
on the hard ground of doubt,
and letting the malignancy
haemorrhage out.
I babble the words…“life isn’t fair”
and enter darkness
where bitterness flairs.

I need deliverance
to keep
discontent at bay,
when life is chaotic,
and happiness

I return to the moment,
in stillness,
I believe.
Trusting Divine providence,
bitterness is appeased.

Teach me…oh Lord
to yield to your ways,
light my path
and transform me….I pray.