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Greek and Roman poets prosaic thought consonance was comic - almost, crime;only the manic Germanictribes were not averse to rhyme..

He smiled … it was as if I’d never seena smile before; as if, that moment, Godinvented smiles; as if there’d never beena reason for a gift that was..

Those you love. Thoseyou have loved. Thosewho love you.They live. You knowthey live, somehow, somewhere.Listen. Hear them. Aren’t they calling?What..

Like the delighted stillness of the silencewhich is an emptiness that is full,from which come the momentsgraced by the specific; asthe scent of..

Beyond all beingis that Being –that, whose Beingis our being.

Bold March sunlight bouncesoff the yellow-grey-brown London claybricksof the house across the gardens;the next-door neighbour’s cut the dead ivyand..

In silence, every song that’s sungis as a wheatgrain in the hand;known in wonder, love and awe;its essence more than human sound;in stillness, every..

At school, the look-up homeworkone day was ‘mercy’…and that proved itselfto be indeed itselfwhat the dictionary saidhaunted; seemed..

Has music gone from poetry?Words and music, still agree?Dance and rhythm, song and laughter,Do they echo, now, hereafter..?Has singing gone from..

When on a glorious day – one such as this –you’re overcome with awe and wonder, praise,and part-formed gratitude… which seeks some oneto thank for..

There's nothing so becomes a manas a local hardware shop - it expandsthe horizons of his home improvement, andbrings harmony to his home life asthose..

on salt pebble shoreand many coloured sea stonesone pair of eyes hereone pair of eyes hereand many coloured sea stoneson salt pebble shore

on the window screennight whispers secret witness -the earth loves the rain;the earth loves the rain;night whispers secret witness -on the window..

in the world of peacewith the gift: no need to thinkgratitude flows deepgratitude flows deepwith the gift: no need to thinkin the world of peace

where tears meet laughterhow elusive is the sourcewhence a smile melts tearswhence a smile melts tearshow elusive is the sourcewhere tears meet..

Don't seek to find yourself;just be yourself;here, there are no exams to pass..

This first plum-blossom in the snowdelights the bumble-beewhich has no words for 'Spring' or 'happy'.

Pale yellow primroseshiding in the undergrowthonly seen by a few

The iconic (damn, I swore I’dnever use that word..)red London buswas designed by the lively mindedfor the active lively – those whotake a few chances..

I prayed to understandGod’s two-ness:God within me said,‘I am in you; and you in Me;yet when I hearthe glorious sounds of singing praise,the open..

Riffling through the dictionaryof the mind - or, as the Anglo-Saxonsnamed it, ‘word-hoard’ -for a word that exactly matcheswhat needs to be said,a..

How could I not know‘what she wants for Christmas’ –when hundreds of emailsspam it to me every Advent day,and right through unsilent nightin several..

a rose is a rose is a rose is a roseand a dozen roses ring around a posy -but a rose is not as rosy as a ring -for diamonds are a man's best bet;a..

and there was the knocking on the doorthat we were expectingand it was the manthat we were expectingwith the questions we were expectingto which..

Not the sad face of sadness;not its weariness, nor its lack of hope;but why sadness visits, and what it intends:what the secret blessings that it..