Tradition

Tradition settled tidily
 into the space life left,
set to and tidied corners,
primped bows and
made correct.

It gathered up the dregs,
collected all the dross,
preened at all the edges,
brought order  and
then left.

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Alice and advent

Alice ticked off every day,
carefully and sure,
this adventure was unique;
life so madly drawn.

It was a journey unexpected,
arrival never known,
and yet she plunged abandoned;
such courage surely shown.

Speedily the time did draw,
moments into place,
something notable was born;
Advent seen as grace.











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Scars

Scars revealed as anger,
woundedness as pain;
so our inner world does speak,
again, again, again.

Remember in the suffering,
it's not the other's fault;
fear and rage are yours alone,
and not for crude assault.

But lashing out at others,
distraction brings for sure;
rejection and resentment,
in futile, unwise cause.

Relationship

We come together through shadowed fate,
as family or friend, and even acquaintance,
drawn into relationship as life weaves
its way through us and knits new shape.

It happens, often, without our knowing,
or choosing to be drawn together,
this connection which embroiders two as one,
and makes rich patterns, in the doing.

Stitched in place, loose and often tight,
we are held as emblems of love,
with a patina of emotion colouring it all,
and darkness holding hands with light.

Heroes and cowards

How easily we do project onto the image set,
our heroes and our cowards, our saints and devils yet,
denying that humanity is found in each of us,
the best, the worst, the middle - it has been ever thus.

Sorry

Sorry is such a small word,
cramped sometimes,
but powerful all the same;
five letters expressing regret.

There are things we do and say,
which we may not mean,
or have not expected to cause pain;
then sorry speaks.

When we act with less integrity,
or less kindness than we might,
with thoughtlessness perhaps;
gestures mean a lot.

For few of us mean to hurt,
or make others suffer,
and that is why sorry exists;
a small, but powerful word.

Indiscretion

The word did haunt the halls of heart-
indiscretion.
It echoed hollow through the rooms of mind-
indiscretion.
And yet demanded it would be a part -
indiscretion.
Held the hand of hope for love to find -
indiscretion.
Knew that fear would hold but never last-
indiscretion.
Abandonment had taken hold of time-
indiscretion.

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