Green Land
Amongst the moss-covered, ag-ed trees, Life brims over. On hairy log, sit I Spying shoots and seedlings Around my feet, scrambling for space to grow.…
WHO POINTS THE GUN?
This poem came to me today as I heard the traffic returning now lockdown is easing. I was sitting in my garden( here in the…
BADGER CULLING: HOW DO YOU FEEL?
This post is a bit different from my normal posts, but it is still about love. This time it is about my love for animals…
SURVIVING AIN’T LIVING
I had a realisation in early November that I had spent a lot of my life in survival mode. In fact it has become a…
PRECIOUS MOMENTS
There are precious moments in some of my days when I feel I can touch the edges of heaven. Moments that come unexpectedly. I close…
GREEN BLANKETS
A few days ago I was driving back from Exeter, along the A38 in Devon. As I drove I suddenly had this image of God…
COME WALK WITH ME…
Today something a little different... Yesterday I went for a walk, where I live in Devon, England... I always find God in nature... COME WALK…
WALK TO GOD
I looked for God on my walk home from work Not in concrete, but in the dirt. I spied the tree as it stood tall…
