all that remains

 

 

 

 

all that remains

of the dying day

is

one last

brilliant

sunlit ray

 

 

 

 

and nothing happened ... again

 

 

soul

 

 

easter reflections

The daffodils are dying as the primroses come to full bloom. And so the world turns again. Except this Easter it feels very different. The roads are deserted, the fields are quiet and empty. Silent but for the chirping of birds.

For many of us Easter is a time for reflection and this year more so than ever. There are many unanswered questions ...

Is there a God?

If so, where is God in all this?

Why am I here?

What happens when I die?

There are no easy answers, whether or not you are a person of faith. It is, however, an opportunity to pause and reflect on the meaning of life.


This post is dedicated to the memory of my friend and former work colleague, Philip Tillman. He died on 8th April of Covid-19, just short of the retirement he was so looking forward to.

 

the last rays

 there is a peace

when the last rays 

of a sinking sun

hit

stone

and we walk

in the yard-bones

beside 

a black-cowled monk

remembering

there is a peace