9 september 2025
Under the chair
just there
a cobweb, already broken
Under the gothic stone
the sunlight penetrates and
just there a dandelion spore
hangs on the web
just above the floor
flagstones worn,
before me the Divine Son
in a golden crown
Amen
softly comes the night
the end of day
forward my soul take courage
He is with you always
Take the terror from me O Lord
as Holy night darkens Your sky
Reveal Yourself My Lord
As the seagulls fly
seabound they swirl above my head
leaving me behind
night takes me near the dead
Your breathe revives me
must I await the morning
until the light returns
or will You be near
as Holy fires burn.
Amen
dreams bring revelation
from the depths of heaven or hell
fragments formed press forward
only now do they tell
comforting words
a kiss divine He holds my hand
leading me to His sweet embrace
O tell me Lord, O tell me
when will I see Your face?
Amen. copyright 2025
6 August 2025
i hear your cries of such dismay
your fleeting throats cry each day
I cannot see you but in my mind eye
i'll bring an image when I die
to heaven's gate and as I sigh
my foolish deeds, and unkind speech
and there by that blessed entrance reach
my Lord's sweet face and ask him why
heaven's birds must always sigh
in this broekn world's eternal sky.
l, ivison copyright 2025
6 august 2025
so long ago now it all began
so long since the nightingale sang
but
didI dream that mythic bird
which in fact I never heard
such sweet song the poet's say
I will hear it one summer's day.
locked in a seascape now for 20 years
no songbirds meet my happy ears
but seagulls pass and screech their words
I understand so well these birds.
as their soar in brilliant skies\
I do not need to close my eyes
to imagine their flight
into every sunset's night.
Amen
copywright l ivison
of all the wonders of summer
of sea and wind through leaves
of sun and shady trees
of dandelions and fine roses
of summer nights and sea breeze
of lavendar and bumblebees
i miss april showers and moody skies
snow and ice and winter fires
i miss the early days of spring
the willow with its yellow hue
the skies a paler blue
threatening storms
and frozen rain
will you let me stay my lord
so I can see all this again?
COPYRIGHT l: ivison2025
How many is it now?
70 July the 31st ss
Today belongs as it always did to You
My Lord
My thoughts and words are surely Yours
There is no other cause
why should You care for me?
you have given silence as Your greatest gift
And today there will be holy peace:
Amen
