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Lighting fires

It is light now when I rise, a pearly haze of pre-dawn glimmer that lets me see shapes without needing a lamp.  By the time I come down into the garden the day has broken fully, but no sun to be seen, just a blanket of grey filling the sky and the lattice of trees.  It is so wet everywhere, puddles and pools on any surface that will hold them, and drops lining every branch.   read more »

Little things

I have warm slippers
to slip my feet in
as I pad to the dark kitchen.
There is a slice of lemon
in my glug of sparkling water.
The house hums its night song  read more »

My Father’s House (Luke 2.41-52)

Our father, my father,
I come into your house
like a pauper to a palace
and you receive me with
open doors, open arms,
open heart.
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