Whispers Etched in Stone

Love Made Manifest (Britain)

(C.S. Lewis’ House, The Kilns)

It wasn’t a shrine; it was love made manifest.

So much time had passed,

the Lewis household.

Periwinkle blue,

on the bright umbrellas.

Living, sounds.

“What’s life? My life.” The discourse

goes on and on.

Love made manifest.

The gate, and what about the gate?

Humes, they swallow further than I’d like them.

As I said, the winter came all too soon.

Flush and swallow, they meet me here each morning,

To meet me in the hollow of the morning.

Grace is perfect.

Wine, comradery, and the witch

have taken up my mind.

“And forth come oft.”

Wind and solitude,

and rest they will,

it’s more than earth and sod.

You’re almost there,

let me reach to touch you

Once more.

The Little Yellow Bee (Britain)

(At The Kilns)

The little yellow bee; how small and sweet.

I firmly believe that as much as I can see,

You have no way of knowing

The call of the wild bird morning after morning.

The morning sky shall greet your day.

The Plumb Line

Think of a plumb line

as the chalk that is placed

on the ground

in one continuous line.

That line represents Truth,

the Person.

Anything that falls

to the ground

in a parallel line,

that doesn’t follow

the plumb line,

is not Truth.

Some people

would like to believe

that a ‘white lie’ is

not a lie at all, but

a means to an end.

I’m here to say that

Truth is truth,

no matter how I ‘lay it down.’

My Double Mind

(This is for Youth)

Realizing that

what I would like to do

and what I do

are two different things,

I envision myself

calling

or writing the public,

making a plug

or being helpful.

Yet I feel that

my contribution

is not so significant.

That what I do

doesn’t matter.

But the truth is

always different for me:

I think one thing

and the reality is

so much more encouraging.

I believe

that one thing

is a failure,

and it turns out

to make the biggest success.

It happens

over and over.

I want to meditate

and dream about the things

that You have put in my hand to do.

That not for myself a success

but because that one thing

You have put in my hand to do

will make all the difference.

The Battle

Too many to hold,

our countrymen.

‘Lost in a battle,

too heavy to stand.’

Might and power is

seen to the right;

harmony reigns.

We wait, we travel.

Many are broken.

I stand in the gate.

Horrible injustice

and forgiveness

doesn’t remain.

Only the feeble hold to it.

I stand and rise!