When the winter sun lifts its head above the horizon For a brief few hours our hearts are lightened As we remember the warmth and buzz of summer. But for now, the land lies cold, hibernating Waiting for that angle of light that signals New beginnings – Spring.
Cathedral beauty, intricate and fine Yet solid, dependable. Symbol of greatness that was; Built to last. Offering a spiritual experience In a material world. Often viewed as a relic; Outdated and yet so present In the heart of this city.
My house is my home And it goes where I roam And as I grow big So does it. It’s always my size Never too tight a fit Though I eat and I graze All night long. Though it’s comfy and warm And it keeps me from harm I never eat in; watch TV. So tonight I’ll eat out While the birds not about And I hope you won’t Mind little me.
Where dark skies glower o’er grey seas and greyer cliffs Daily they search the shingle and the rocks for signs of fossils Life which they say, once was; now gone; Once flesh and bone; now become stone. Following the shoreline, head bowed, sight funnelled As with blinders, focussed but without the peripheral The geologist scours the beach for proof of evolution. While here sit I, above the littoral; looking down and out to sea Along the coast of ancient rocks of times of my existence; Jurassic coast, where time bleeds into the beach. He sees his footprints in the sand, and I see mine; For here we meet across millennia; in this place; This earthly space where our soles show That both our souls; have touched Creation.
When I visited the Jurassic coast of Dorset, England, recently, it was grey and overcast, eerie and moon-like, as though primordial times still existed. I could not help but picture the dinosaurs which once roamed here and whose fossilised bones sometimes fall (bleed) onto the beach as proof of an existence we can hardly imagine. Footprints too have been found along the coast and so often, as with much of mature, it is a case of being able to recognise, see things, which otherwise we might walk past. I imagined that the dinosaurs were still present as if in another time or realm, for we both walked this land; we are both part of creation.