He Was My Peripatetic Friend

Time is for the living

the breathing-in and giving

the breathing-out

to take life in, breathing all to begin.

Now and Again

Where and When

Here and Now

we learn somehow

life is here this very moment

we never know when living goes.

God knows.

(Written in memory of CMR on April 26, 2015)

Ten years ago to the day, to the hour, to the minute I watched my friend step off the bus and meander across the south-eastern parklands of Adelaide.

He very suddenly died ten days later, at the same time of morning, in that corner of the city. He was walking past a sports store and slumped in a footpath deck-chair.

He was my peripatetic friend.

I Weep. I Weep For The Men

I weep. I weep for the men

who until then

never asked for help or looked within.

For the way ahead

may be dark indeed

and I hope with all my heart

that the light streams

and there are ways

to express the depths,

to clear the haze.

May nurturing come

and nourishment be,

may they have the love

they surely need

and when will they call for help

to uncover themselves and shine their light

into the darkness of ‘the dark night

of the soul’ who longs in a plaintive way

for the affection, encouragement

and someone who’ll say

‘Come near and rest

you have tried your best’.

You dear friend need to change,

to know your own true ways,

to walk away from hazy days.

Let you be the one

healing to the core

before you carry any more

loads of burdens you do not need

and now is the present,

with a call for freedom ringing clear

take this year

to meet yourself

and shake your life courageously

to bring yourself to being free.

Free to feel.

Free to heal.

Let all the past dissolve away.

Call the new to heal you

Now.

No time to wait or hesitate.

Come to yourself.

Honor yourself.

Shine your light now.

(Written on April 25, 2015)

You Always Gave Him Love

I picked a posy for you in your time of loss.

I gathered the greens and fresh bright leaves

with only a stem or two of blooms to be amongst

this herbal healing bunch.

Your precious brother has passed away

and I feel your grief so just will say

‘take heart my dear friend, you always gave him love’.

All your kindness he did know

as Dear One with the golden heart

you were with him in ‘the transition days’

with your compassion and light

shining bright.

So here for you is Sacred Bamboo

and fresh Ferns from a lovely dell

with the tonic of Lemongrass to lift you up…….

Honeysuckle for the sweet past times,

Pelargonium with the clearest scent

and Rosalina with it’s earthy yin

so you know as your sorrow flows

you are nurtured with love from above.