Tuesday, 15 November 2016

Wells


Sorry for the silence - just needed a break from my own voice for a while. Silence is a rare and precious commodity.

I recently visited a good friend in Wells. It was a time of reflection - a valuable time for me....



Suddenly Autumn bursts out with glory - the glory of the only begotten
Full of grace and truth.

Life ends and the trees remain
Despite wounds

Voices like heaven's angels
A precise polyphony
Echo around the ancient chapel.

I am blackened by fire like the walnut tree
And like a black spot on the face of a pale bishop
I feel at odds with the harmony.

My heart is like stone
Like oak
Like wax
A heart of flesh
A vulnerable heart.

We lay ourselves open to the seasons end.








Paul.