A Branch from the Glass

If a part is missing

If a piece has been maimed

If there are wounds that you can see

If there is breakage that no-one knows of

If you seem different

If you seem strange

Or all too familiar

If your legs change their gait

Or your mind is feeling strained

Did you know the rose branch

Might grow back more beautiful

In a different place?

Did you know a beating heart

Might pick up the seeds

For a garden

Or a field of

Ideas in the minds

Curly whirly dance

That never really stays fixed at all.

Did you know looking

Is not believing so much as

Seeing

Did you look?

Or did you see?

Can you see a tree

A bush, a branch, a flower

Invisible to the naked eye

But seen by those

Most beautiful

In differences

And collections

Those who see

Real

Those who feel

Most.

Did you know a glass is really spun liquid

Spinning into vessels of time

Half empty, half full

Either is human

Either is fragile

Both seen by those most beautiful

In knowing differences

And collections

Those who see real

Those who feel most.

Completion is never

Complete.

Love is always growing.

When Aslan Carried a Bird

Aslan scooped a bird from the nest  

With warm arms, not loaded like guns

Su much, not roaring like engines

Quiet like a treacle coloured mane

might sound against the brambles of

Teething sharks in the night.

He was treading brave

Determined and steady

He did not ask for

Reward

Or a prize

There was no pride

There was no challenge

No conquest

Only softly the beating heart

Only a pure gentleness

Of Loving

And encased in quivering

Feathers because of that

A heart could still survive.

If we were Flowers

There’s many kinds of flowers

Open, budding, waxy smooth, delicate,

Pointed and strong

Beautiful, unassuming, astounding,

Hardy or rare.

A bunch, a poesy, single stem in a lonely

Cry to the sun

We are the whole dam bunch.

Arrange a rainbow if you dare

Give a little flicker of life

In a humble offering

For that’s ok

To care

as though a daisy

Might wave to a bird on the green

Or geraniums dangle in the kiss

Of a warm breeze.

There’s many kinds of flowers

Bold, bright, pastel

Velvety dreams, telescoping tubular and

Darling,

We are the whole dam bunch

Depending on the day

Depending on the way

Of love and life

And gardeners

So you shrink

So you bloom

Are you shrinking really?

So you wilt

So you burn on a bad day

Are you really wilting?

Not because he says so.

Not because she decided.

Not because they know you.

So you find water

So you find sun

So you do the bluebell polka

On a good day

Or a full Watlz of the flowers

In a great year,

Because you

Are a wildflower

Spirit

Full of

Seeds

To wish on

And plant

And

Make new

A blooming 

Tomorrow.