Presence

 

No matter how far I go, you speak clear

Of truth, love, laughter and simple pleasures,

Gleaming bright, taking an axe to the fear,

And then I marvel at all the treasures

That sing and dance throughout our busy lives.

A film unspooled, never grows old or pales

For as long as magic blossoms and gives.

The thought of you floats and forever sails,

But the sea of joy can never recede

For this glaring sight, there is much to see

While the mind is alive, hungry to read,

Smelling with relish the scent that flows free.

So let it be sung, a passion so pure

Your presence on earth shall always endure.

Meditation on The Thames

 

 

World so bright and blithe this September morn,

Rich stillness reaches in the dazzling blue

Turning the soul to a crystal clear view;

Worries slip away in the stream unshorn

Hardly a creature woken from slumber,

The currents of life, flowing swiftly on

Sweeping the dust with a natural song.

Freeing the dazed heart from pockmarked blunder

Sweet pulse, that throbs in the shimmering scene;

A feast of delights that requires no meat

Or pleasures that thicken and make one mean.

Sifted sunshine brings cheer to forlorn feet

On the sinuous path that is serene

A draught of clear cheer leaches cold deceit.