the seeker and the sought after
gold will never tarnish

the desert is vast
from oasis to oasis

gold is too heavy a burden
are you sure you really seek it

to have travelled light
almost a constant mantra

naked you came into being
and you will leave, with nothing.

it is never pleasant to be persecuted
especially by a well practised charlatan-
for their own insecurities.
All one can do is offer it up-
and hope for deliverance in Gods own good time.

idyll when the Sun is shining
sea flat calm blue-
sister of endless blue skies.
Sounds of bird song-
Gulls returning from the hunt,
Oyster catchers sing out- orange beaked,
Curlews endless calling.
All waiting now Summers unfolding wings;
her bounteous free giving.

regrets sure with Sinatra I have a few
but too few to mention

happy peace of heart I have mostly
even with all the infirmities

life is pain accepted and offered up
with Jesus crucified.

your path laden with memories
the faith of a banished child

knowledge you know nothing -
in the end all is wonderful mystery

your path weighted with pain-
counterweight to ground you

each breath a universal prayer
understood to be Holy silence.