Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Moon Music

                       MOON MUSIC

Your gravity pulls our strings
Changing our tune, like the colours of the night
Not easy to see what it is we hear
It is mostly nothing but then,
Then it is disturbing;
 That shouldn't go with this which never works with that.
God who should be drawing out harmoniously well behaved music
Stooping into this dissonance ?

Stooping, when really You should be in heaven, with all those harps
Like a proper God.
But I'm glad You are not as we imagine
And though these strings ache at every pull,
There is the pattern
Of something beautiful and eternal being created.

                                     WILF Jan 2017

Winter Meditation

               WINTER MEDITATION
Winter sun is weak but does not surrender
Throwing silver swords
Onto the frozen grass
The war goes on.

The summer sun cannot reach into here
Through the growing green
This place was made to know the sun
In winter
Low light through bare trees
Secrets shining in and into the cold

Those bare trees
I have heard their dwellers many times
But here in the barest time of all
I can see them, lovely in their spindly homes.

The sky, when it showed was a shy blue
So assured of who it was
It did not need to look Imperial
To be the conquering canopy of all below
                                       WILF Jan 2017