My camera is my brush 

Treat me gently now there’s no rush
Press me slowly catch my blush
Hold my body nice and firm,
now point and shoot, you’ll soon learn
A magic moment in my box,
technically cunning like a fox
As light comes in we move around
reflecting off the sky and then to ground
The strokes are light but so precise
another distant throw of the dice
We paint the world and how we see
the contours blending mystically
Forever now is what is stroked
the capture of a moments hope.

A light stroke

The clasp of your hand

I look at old photos of myself and I can see that I have aged

I am not saying life has made me some sort of sage

I’m feeling sort of satisfied with what I have achieved

but without you by my side, I could not have even breathed

 

As we walked along life’s shores

we looked out the windows and pushed open doors

 

We rested a while and our faith took its hold

we shook and we quivered, learning to be bold

 

As our legs grew weary and our minds were adrift

our focus was misty, we almost forgot our gift

 

The sunlight started burning and penetrating our cores

as the flames started searing, the heat made us pause

 

We recollected our thoughts on the shadows that seem

only passing, just misty, like some say like a dream

 

The heart is the winner, the heart takes it all

there is glory, and elation after the fall

 

Patience, persistence and the will to let go

learning to live and learning to grow

 

The pain never stops and we are never really there

Yet somehow I know, we have diminished the fear

 

So onwards we march, hand joining hand

the sea covering our footsteps on the soft yellow sands.

 

IMG_6739

Shoreham by the Sea

 

Flower in the garden wind in the grass

Flowers in the garden, wind in the grass

hear my concentrated prayers, let it strike God’s heart.

Give me the gift of presence, of knowing what I should be

an opportunity to fix things for everyone, not just me.

 Allow a display of creation to move me to tears

with the a gentle rubbing, to wipe away my fears.

The birds in the trees are calling for us to reside within

a chance of hope and finesse, a new day to begin.

IMG_7379