Sunday, 18 August 2013

A lazy afternoon













the sun warms my back
as I sit and drowse a little

composing a poem

a symphony of sound
accompanies my thoughts

the hum of my laptop
tap tap tapping of the keys
the drone of distant aircraft
a purring refrigerator

firewood waits patiently
outside
in the trailer for me

you like your fire don’t you?
well then?


the freezer automatically makes ice
it doesn’t know it is winter

a pumpkin sits moulding away
at the kitchen sink
won’t turn into soup by itself
pity

the bananas blacken, sweeten
nicely maturing for a cake

perhaps tomorrow

today
there’s just enough time
to warm my back
drowse a little and dream.


Amanda Edwards 2012 (c)

Sunday, 11 August 2013

A little church in Tarras, Otago, New Zealand



Tarras Church
 
I drove to Church today
and discovered it empty
 
alone on a hill
 
surrounded by autumn trees
a few sheep grazing peacefully
 
I stood on the steps
touched the walls of stone
prayed for love and forgiveness
 
longed to go in
 
saddened that on a Sunday
a Church could stand empty
 
I felt its loneliness
echo in my Soul
then gazed at the sky
 
a brilliant cobalt blue
 
and realised God was here
all around me
deep inside me
 
a Church could be unpeopled
on a Sunday
alone on a hill
 
surrounded by autumn trees
shedding their leaves like tears
 
yet never truly alone, nor lonely
for God is always near.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Take a chance ... dare to believe ..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=p04TYk4j0zQ



 
Billy Joel sings ... New York State of Mind, with a young man, who dared to ask a question ... may I accompany you .... and magic happens as a result.

Friday, 2 August 2013

Let the genie free.


In my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
I discovered a shell


It was empty
Yet when I held it
to my ear
It was full of life


The swirling ocean
rushing, roaring, crashing

to the shore

The shriek of a gull
soaring, gliding, searching

with watchful greedy eye
The whistling of the wind
whipping up the sand
salty grittiness stinging my eyes


Oh no!
I quickly dropped the shell
and all was calm again
I licked the salty tear
dislodged by the sands
of my imagination


Rubbed my red rimmed eyes
which dared to believe
I had swam in the ocean


held my face up to the breeze
swung my arms and danced
along the beach


rejoicing in my freedom

In my secret forest
at the bottom of my garden
a shell lay silent

a gift from the sea
longing for me


to pick it up once more
and let the genie free.


Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Cast Adrift


Cast adrift
in a tumultuous storm

of one's own making

no clouds with silver linings here
just blackened cumulonimbus
sagging from the weight
of unshed tears


it takes
one act of kindness
one shaft of light
one seed of hope


to release those tears
dissipate the clouds
and welcome back the sun.



Mandy Edwards (c) 2013


 

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Blind Devotion




Blind Devotion

Along the river bank one day
I met a man and dog at play

the dog  carried in his mouth
a rubber ring
an awkward thing

but that was not the strangest sight
his faithful eyes were milky white
“How can he find the ring?” I asked
And his master softly laughed
“I make sure he knows,” he said


bent down to point his blind dog’s head
toward the way that he would throw

and with wagging tail off he sped

the ring jostled by his side
then tumbled to the ground to hide
at first the dog walked round and round
sniffed and sniffed ‘til it was found
then headed off in joyful glee
you would not know he could not see


back eventually he came
sat back down – “more … more … the same”

every muscle was a quiver
he knew his master would deliver


And I?
I cried inside as I stood there
watching this devoted pair


For love that binds a man with dog
is surely love that comes from God.
 
Mandy Gayle Edwards 2013 ©

Thursday, 25 July 2013

"Be sure the light you have is not your darkness"


A lighthouse stands alone
on a rocky promontory
flashes intermittently
a ribbon of radiance
in the inky blackness of the night


 

A ship frantic in the storm
searches for sanctuary
exposed like a hapless moth
drawn towards the light

 

Ignores the warning
"Not here ... not here ... not here"
but lured by a false God
is tossed ever nearer
 
"Be sure the light you have
is not your darkness"
Let not Neptune's fury
dash all hope upon the rocks.
 
Mandy Edwards 2013 (c)