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The space between doubt and faith
Thoughts that find expression as poems. If painted they would be Impressions, if played some fusion of folk and jazz.
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A bombardment of blossoms
A little outline
A Silversmith’s
After a long summer
Airport waiting musings
All will be well
Almost Idyllic
Alone together
Anticipation
Back Pond
Before the Beginning
Behind the veil
Blinded
Borders
Break a heart
bright red buds
Broken memories
Can you see
can you see
Casting chains
Cedar on the edge
Cherry blossoms
Choices
Christ died today
Christ does not
Circle of light
Close to the margin
Coasting christians
Creation or Chance
Curve of Lilies
Did heaven hush
Does Mona Lisa Smile
Dots and dashes
Doubt is not a four letter word
edge of darkness
Edge of eternity
Erupting moon
Every Step
Faith without doubt
Faith works
Fallen Apple
filled with wonder
Filtering through
Finding Gravity
Fountain in the rain
Fragile flickering
Funeral photograph
ghost moon
Gliding
Heart and Mind
Heart crevices
Heaven struck
Here now
hoped for sun
I was sleeping
I yearn for a world
I’ve seen this before
In the darkness of my night
In the end
In the silence
Infinity moves
Interminable
It takes
it was an extraordinary scene
John Psalm
Just a dead branch
Just because
Last little leaf
Least of these hands and feet
Letting go
Life intended
Lines shadowed
Little nudge in time
Lonely dancer
Lost in plain sight
Love lasting
Love terrors
Loving memory
Medical tyanny
Memory is a mirror
Mist
Misty Shadows
Moon Melting
Moonlight sprinkling
More than meets the eye
My Past
New Wine Tears
Northern nights
Not a tree
Nothing to forgive
Nurture of Nature Nature of Nurture
On seeing God
On the margins
One box Jesus
Only one star
Open doors
Organ in the snow
Our love was not
Peace Work
Photographic memory
Pride Fallen
Profession Proposal
Quiltmakers song
Reflections of a hopeful sceptic
Resurrection
See ourselves
See so much more
Seeing different
Seeking Closure
Seeking Order
Sensory storm
Serial Infatuation
Shades of blood
Silent Knight
Silent Movie
Silent sentinal
Silent unseen
Silent Wakening
Silken softness
Simply complex
Sitting on the dock at dusk
Slipping away
Slow train love
Slowly turning
Smile for no good reason
Sometimes the drizzle
Soul Train
Spark within
Sparrows
Spring squadrons
springtime meadow
Still Bells
Stones in our pockets
stories
The Baby’s first cry
the colours of fall
The edge of eternity
The existence of God
The forests were smouldering
The humility of science
The Lake
The Lake Like God
The moon was erupting
The moon was losing air
The ocean’s slow breathing
The sky above
The smallness of God
the whites of spring
The Willows were weeping
thinking about my Mom
Ties that Bind
True love
ukraine spring
unordered grace
Unto the hills
Vanity, Fear, Hope
Vanity, Fear, Hope
Water under the bridge
We are all skipping stones
We do not grieve
With
Wondering about the spaces between.
Yorkminster memory
You can only see
Young girl
Your grandfather is a Jew
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It takes
It takes the two of us
To make the one of me
Without you, nothing
With you ….