Pilgrim Clouds

Beverley, Mon 23^rd July 2018

Clouds travel the sky

Like floating pilgrims,

Not pushy or driven

Or having something to prove.

They just move, effortlessly,

Serenely free

And full of grace.

The shapes they make can be

Whatever they want to be:

Sharp moments of majesty

Or muddles of mist,

They never insist

On being any one thing.

They dance and then they sing

And then they scatter

And it doesn’t matter.

Their’s is the whole wealth of the sky

An endless playground

To discover

One day after the other,

After the other, after the other,

After the other, after the other….

I am lovestruck

Hull, 15/07/18

I am lovestruck, dumbstruck

Stuck to find the words

To really say all I’m feeling,

All that’s reeling inside.

For years part of me has lived life

Like a frightened wild animal

But lately there’s been a feeling

Of safety.

And of love.

The unexpected presence

Of another wild animal

Protective and strong.

The one for whom

My heart has longed.

A warrior among creatures

His features are kind and rugged

And fierce.

Just one look

Pierces my heart.

Battered by battles

He wears his scars

Shamelessly

Without blame or stain.

So much courage

Held in his mighty frame.

The effect of just resting

On his neck

Is like a homecoming.

And all the soul numbing,

The playing things down

The needing to be careful,

The wariness

And the weariness

Come tumbling down.

It’s alright.

There’s no need to hide

Beside him.

And all the brave things,

The beautiful things.

The brilliant things

Inside, rise.

In the gaze of his eyes

I am free.

Free to love

Free to be

Free to give

All of me.