Setting the horizon a fiery glow
We hold each others hand
Feel the salty freshness from the sea
Wafted over us by a cool evening breeze
Slowly we walk along the sands
Leaving the old world behind
Just you and me
Keeping an eye open
For any treasures
We might stumble across and find
The stillness of the twilight
As the sun sets in the west
The hiss of the gentle breaking waters
Arms around shoulders now
Getting closer to whisper in your ear
Because our beginning starts here
(15 April 2007)
with a young lady across sea.I told her that I was a vicar,or at least pretend one.My name was Dodgy Dave the Vicar.A little while latershe wrote a poem aptly named,The Vicar Is Quicker.Since then she has writtenquite a number more.I tell her a funny story about me.No sooner do I tell her the storyit…
tossed around like a rag dollor a ship in rough seas.I know the discomfort of lonelinesswith only a game of solitaire to playand each handdrifting into the nextin an effortto comfort my soul.I feel lost in a blizzardthat numbs you to the boneswith winds taking my breathaway from me.I feel isolated at timesno one there…
the birth of your son Jesus.Even as I say this,the cold nights are approaching;thousands upon thousandswill be sleeping in doorwaysand ally ways with nowhere to go.Their plight is not uncommon Lord.Their reason for being thereare varied and many.It is to these lost souls that I pray to you today.With your almighty power,help all of them…
extended down from the hill,to remind us all of faith,and the need to have.It spoke of an ancient story,of the son of God being crucified.It also told how weare all brothers and sisters,though we are spread outacross many, many lands.Some people have said,while looking at the crossthey have seen a figure therewearing a crown of…
Friends joke about itsaying a snail just overtook you.I take no notice and just laugh it off.If the world wants to go at a faster pacethat is all right with me.I’ll just take my timeand always get there in the end.I always think that if you rush aboutyou miss out on so much.You see drivers…
waiting for some poets to come alongto add rhyme to summer’s song.A nice cold drink in front of meto refresh the partsother drinks seem to miss.The sun was high in the sky,everyone around was sweating,all of them except me.I was wearing a black suit and shirt and tie,my trademark you could call it.Every time they…
