Category Archives: My poetry

The Kiss of Life .3

Again and again He kisses us on the mouth He reverently breathes life into us He teaches us how to breathe He lovingly imparts the word The word made flesh He spirits us Holy. Blessed Consummation. Our response is intrinsic … Continue reading

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The Kiss of Life .2

Again and again I kiss you on the mouth I reverently breathe life into you I teach you how to breathe I lovingly impart the word The word made flesh I spirit you Holy. Blessed invocations. Your response is intrinsic … Continue reading

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The Kiss of Life .1

† Again and again you kiss me on the mouth You reverently breathe life into me You teach me how to breathe You lovingly impart the word The word made flesh You spirit me Holy. Blessed invocations. My response is … Continue reading

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The Glass Tabernacle

A beautiful glass house effortlessly presented With its complex simplicity So perfectly minimal. A contradiction in texture From soft granular sand To a refined strength so desperately fragile. Prayer. Like happiness So exhibitly significant. I see into and out of … Continue reading

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Holy Holistics

Before I began my degree at Heythrop College, I spent 2 days at a poetry conference being held in the college, I stayed overnight in the Halls.  I did this in order to get a feel of the place, to … Continue reading

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Falling in Love

  One of the most beautiful and special peices of writing that I have ever been witness to, that I can ever claim to be Truth are the words below.  The words came at the precise time that God chose … Continue reading

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A Poem . . . because all droughts are now in room 101

  Once I was a bud.  Solid, tightly closed, safe Pip, heart, seed, in the centre hidden Beneath layers of ever-increasing budding growth Layers of outer softer growth Softening outwardly Secretly ever concealing and protecting my core Whilst being perfectly, … Continue reading

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