a muffled song came through the walls
the walls of my shame
clearer now its sweet refrain,
'don't you know you are forgiven'

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.