Come sit and stay awhile with me,
Stay and do not fret.
Stay as still as still can be,
Courage! You’ve seen nothing yet.
Halt the frenzy, stop the fight.
No hanging in shame, receive.
Turn around, look up, look up, look up.
At the crossroads of heaven and hell
Come sit and stay awhile with me.
Passion Week, Tuesday. A brisk evening walk; flowing conversation; sunset, moon rise; with friends in the silent backdrop of glorious Herefordshire countryside. Life is magical. Life is beautiful. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. For all these things I am grateful, so very, very grateful.
We are so many things, yet we are none
A daisy chain of crowning moments
A buttercup sequence of ‘love you, love you nots’
We are strong like oaks, guardians of the forest
Reaching upwards towards that vast expanse
We are soft and gentle willows, bending, flexing,
Caressing the ground with veils of tears
We are red hot suns and red hot moons
Taking turns to make star appearances
We are Each and Every One
Blinking, blazing, dancing, gazing