Doubt dressed

Doubt dressed my naked helpless mind
in robes of shivered cloth which dragged
with icy purity along the stones  of life.
In trail of darkened hem, it followed close behind,
and threatened with its tangled edge
to trip the feet of time.
The pull of reasoned certainty brought close
the fabric held, in folded deep imagining
the world and all that dwelled, in hidden
lost becomings, which only hope revealed.

Dark night of the Soul

When soul is lost in darkest night
And reason creeps on narrowed ledge,
Then hope will tremble in the corner
And whisper words of haunting death.
While spirit slides through gutted day
And takes my hand in offered dance,
That I may learn the steps which life
Has patterned on the breast of chance.

To honour what we have

To be prepared
to look the fool,
embrace a cruel rejection,
or lose our job
or home or life,
because we honour truth,
is something which
protects this world
and all we have to leave,
to those who will
come after - to those
with greatest need.

To give thanks

To feel a sense of gratitude
for all we have and hold,
is to honour full the gifts of life;
the one true prayer bestowed.

Friendship

The bonds of deep connectedness
are wrapped through years of love,
and cling like silken ribbons
to those we know as friends.
No time or test can ravel less
these strong but slender ties
which thread through endless memory
to bind us heart and mind.

The day in slivered creep....

The day in slivered creep peers closer through the dawn,
to pull with bright, sharp claws the dregs of night,
and dangle teasing breath on sunlight's brittle face,
slow toss of tangled locks on dreaming darkness.

Small Stones January challenge - River of Stones

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