their yellow faces so very small
with trumpets make a heavenly call
'come see, come see come see'
and I come on bended knee
before Your great and glorious face
in this fallen and broken place
where I was set so long ago
to combat with my mortal foe
And now you seem so very near
time is running out I fear
come Lord bring your Son again
so I can quit this mortal pain
and call like silent daffodils
in your golden vales and hills.
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apple blossom and lilac trees
tulips and gentle breeze
dandelions, mistletoe
hot sunshine, and then snow,
YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.
sunlight slides across a floor
opening up another door
of bright reflections in my heart
But where, dear Lord, must I start?
I am captivated by the spring
my old and wounded heart now sings
I thank you Lord with every breath
and contemplate my own sweet death.
Amidst the blossom as the birds sing
and bluebells, which never ring
the daffodils a yellow grace
Lord I yearn to see your face.
So this is my refrain
as I watch the April rain
YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD
YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.
Amen.
7 April 2025
There once lived a Princess who had a crystal heart. Now this had some advantages and some disadvantages. It meant that her heart was broken very easily and the crystal shattered into smaller and smaller fragments. The advantage was that the heart glowed and this was reflected in the different expressions on the Princess#s face. When she laughed, it was like the tinkling of a brook crossing a thousand pebbles.
Every morning she would put on crystal slippers and tip toe down stairs, open the chateau windows and walk staight into the garden. She needed the rays of the sun to warm her crystal heart and she walked carefully on the grass which covered her slippers with dew - each drop reflecting the morning sun. Oh she loved the early morning, the song of birds, the leaves shaken by the summer breeze. Oh she loved the roses, bending down to smell the 'pink fancies' as she called them.
But there was crack in her crystal heart which the sun could not reach and as the years past it became deeper and deeper.
Continued tomorrow 8 April 2025
Still night at 7.00, I have two shadows
this morning.
The church is dark,
I light a candle.
The priest in mauve and gold
thoughts flit aimlessly
shaking the Priest's bony hand
I walk out into daylight.
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So many years have passed
there is a crack in the wall
soot has tumbled from the chimney
the view stays the same
chimneys, roof tops and
seagulls living hidden lives.
they are careless that I watch them as
their eyes stare above my roof
necks turning to the right to the left
breasts as white as any angel's wing
they are careless of the joy they bring.
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Saturday morning
through the market
new trousers 2 euros.
Light steps on ancient flagstones which
have echoed for a thousand years.
Two candles each side of the
The Sacred Host.
Silence is broken by
the confessor's voice
which crosses the aisles
the penitent cannot be heard
Muffled voices behind me, the seagulls
screech eagerly to each other
they are joyful in the cold Spring sunlight.
the chime, like a death toll
drowns out all other prayers
Yesterday I passed by the Church
cathedral sized
and heard the organ groan
but today there is no music but sweet murmurs
in my heart which can be heard if
I listen.
Copyright 2025 L. Ivison
I stood at 9.00 a.m. on flagstones
laid 800 years before.
I saw a thousand souls who
had prayed across the years
and felt their breath so closely
one wiped away my tears.
L. Ivison 2025 copyright.
