Falling through your fingers like sand,
Even though highly treasured
For its beauty, care and grace,
It is no much yours
As is the raging sea.

The only certainty
Is God,
For those who believe of course,
And death of this mortal coil
With all its suffering.

Awaiting the
Return of the rising sun
The glory of Jesus,
And to be welcomed
Into the warm embrace

Of my one and only saviour.
Only he can release me
From this relentless toil
And pain
And hard fought lessons of life

Once again
Succumbing
To the sleepy seductiveness,
Eyelids drooping,
Breath deepening,
Drifting off
In the arms of Morpheus,
Yet sofa bound,
Til waking in the early hours,
Neck taught,
Limbs frigid,
Dragging leaden feet upstairs
To the comfort of my waiting bed
And dreamless sleep.

Never settling,
A dainty butterfly
Flits from
flower to flower,
Imbibing fragrant nectar, while
Revealing moments of glory with a
Flash of its multicoloured wings,
In betwixt the dull brown underside
Reflecting life’s drudgery
And the yin and yang of existence.

Look for the stillness,
The peace and
The quiet,
For that is where you will find
your purpose,
Along with
Hope
Faith
And salvation.

So quieten your chaotic demanding cynical monkey chatter,
Pause,
Take time,
To breathe,
And breathe again.
Then notice,
The diversity of
Sights, sounds and touch
That’s all around you.
The vibrant colourful hues of nature’s forest,
The gentle touch of wind’s breath upon your skin,
The melodic mesmerising waves of the sea,
The warming glow from sun’s golden orb.
Take time
To breathe
Long, deep and slow,
To go inwards,
To reconnect,
Mind, body and soul.
What is your body saying to you?
What message is it offering you?
What sensations are crying out
For you to listen, to hear, to understand?
What do you need to learn
From the deep wise voice
Deep inside you?