Just a garden To Stuart I do not ask for forty years,Forty months, or forty days What use are numbersWhen, in one moment,who cares when or how long ago,I threw my garden openAnd you, a little dizzy or out of control perhaps,Dashed in and dared read more

Time Time is all I am to give My real presence – whole – alive Eternal being – spun from light Becoming day – embracing night Time is all I am on earthReceiving breath – conceiving lifeBeing every moment bathedIn beauty’s light – where lives read more