We Bring What We Can

Your photos breathe the beauty of connection

I bring what I can

Your depth of love and willing intervention

I bring what I can

Your wisdom voiced with ageless perception

I bring what I can

Your mysticism met with introspection

I bring what I can

Your analysis, reasoned frustration

I bring what I can

Your healing gentleness and understanding

I bring what I can

Your thoughtful prose and poetry, attention

I bring what I can

Your humour, stoicism, recollections

I bring what I can

Your friendship ‘cross the distance, humbled

I bring what I can

All grist to the mill from splendid isolation

We bring what we can

So many faceless voices, willing

Aspirants of worldly entente cordiale.

In reading and commenting on blogs today, and the word ‘isolation’ running through my mind since waking, I find myself humbled and grateful to be part of this great blogging community. So many others I could have mentioned. So many people everywhere bringing life and thought to their pages. Always reaching out. Bless you all. And, as my lovely blogging bud, Rene, always says in closing her emails and posts – Peace and Love.

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Her Bidding

Instruction given in the night,

Assist,

And as before, when her voice heard,

I do her bidding, every word,

Wisdom spoke

And I cannot resist.

Anna

I lay abed, lazy, this morning,

My 7 year-old wrapped in my arms,

Answering myriad questions,

Curiosity, (her default position!),

Just one of her many sweet charms.

Questions and reasons for answers

Leading to topics anew,

Pride in her thoughtful responses, humour

At so young, so much known, so true.

I lay abed, glad of the chances

To inform inquisitive mind,

Not surprised in the least but delighted

Her queries help me to open and find

Fresh ways of seeing the present,

The past, the memories we’ve shared,

Future unfolding before us, my fruit,

My treasures not spared

In giving, receiving, in loving,

She warms right through to my core,

My youngest, my sweet little Anna,

One of seven I truly adore.

The Well

The well invites with hollow echo,

Pennies dropped to wish.

Eyes closed to mental preparation,

Seeking fortune, luck or bliss.

 

Your voice returns your question,

Resounding vocal chords,

Answers not the seeker

With any useful words.

 

Its depth decries such faint attraction,

Luring eyes to hidden reach.

Plunge to find artesian source,

Freezing waters do not preach.

 

Drop into the deep solution,

Immerse in icy coat,

Flood the senses and the mind

Submerge then, languid, float .

 

Hidden core of beauty’s best,

Ensconced below the ground,

Salve of profound fascination,

Answers to be found.

 

Tokens offered to the deep,

Unending font of knowledge,

Worldly  treasures, minted coins;

Rejected by this college.

 

Ablution after ardent gaze,

Testifying heart’s desire,

These living waters do not dowse

The love that’s fuelled in fire.

 

Come, take my hand, together now,

Eyes open, looking under,

Such risk is worth the consequence,

Of minds that sometimes flounder.

 

Throwing pennies in the well,

Abysmal waste of time.

Throwing self in joyous union,

Makes the proverbial reason, rhyme.

A Life Well-Lived

Pope John Paul II

What more to wish

A life well-lived

A beacon in the night

A man of honour, justice, truth

A bright and guiding light.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

Courage and fortitude

A man of wisdom in God’s ways

Holy – simply good.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

An example to Mankind

Teaching, loving, suffering

God’s path in life to find.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

Honour where it’s due

He took his cross and carried it

For all – that’s me and you.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

God’s truth here to impart

To reconcile and show the way

To heal the human heart.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

To love and serve Our Lord

To lead Mankind to peace on earth

And lead us to our God.

What more to wish

A life well-lived

Has found its own reward

To rest beside his Mother

In the presence of Our Lord.

What more to wish

This life now gone

His example is not lost

His beacon shines, God’s peace to all

Mankind can count the cost.

What more to wish

If only this

His ways become ours too

Faithfulness, love and sacrifice

More we cannot do.

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