Inspiration

“May you awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”

words by John O'Donohue
 

A Bernadette Soubrious poem for Helen from John

Born with a Pyrenean name
the Japanese for Pliedes
She went gathering wood
to heat the debtors prison
Where her parents lived.
And met an angel
Generously she lay on the bonedry dust
Drew forth a healing spring
said " Mother" moved to love at last
she never once said in all the years
What if it is not true

John Villeneuve sur Lot  April 2005

"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.  But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, i'll always be with you" 

Those we love don't go away.
They walk beside us every day...
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed, and very dear.

I'll miss you...

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Pillar by Ruth Marshall.

we citizens of heaven are but pilgrims here



I am a piece of paper
A blank sheet.
Write on me the name of your god.
Mark me,fill me with words

I am a pillar of the temple,
The roof balances on my head,
My feet buried in the earth.

My limbs carved with vines and fruits
The faces of creatures
Peer between the leaves.

I call the builder,
"Master! Honour your work.

Chisel your name and date
Mark me as a place in time.
I stand Testament,
Monument."

I am a sheaf of papers
A book of poems:
A multitude of words.

I am the voice of prophets
I speak fire and song.
I call the soul to grow ears.

I am the wind that blows
Between the pillars:
The breath between words spoken.

I am a piece of paper,
A blank sheet
Not the poet but the written -upon

I am the word
That will go no more unspoken.
A pillar of the temple.
A place
Where mysteries are revealed

3rd December 2014