Sunday, 14 August 2011


I have been in dark places,
Heard Death call my name,
Whisper words of promise
To end breath and ease pain.

I have been in clear places,
Seen the revelation of light
In the swaying of leaves  
So glitteringly bright.

I have been in deep places,
Seen in still, joyous trance
Bay’s water and light play
In sparkling, bright dance.

I have been in loved places,
Gained strength to withstand,
Felt promise and gained hope   
From the soft touch of hand.


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