presence

she is there
reflected in the bathroom mirror
gazing out with eyes
strong & clear

she is there
cupped in the palm of my left hand
a firm yet gentle tug
which each morning helps me stand

& he is there
a sentinel beside my bed
the loving voice of reason
that speaks softly in my head

he is there
whenever I am most afraid
when I feel I can’t go on
his memory lends me aid

they’re all there
watching out for me
collective protection
that forces demons to flee

God is there
in the stormy skies above
shedding His precious tears
on the garden that I love

God is there
in my fingers on these keys
He’s my partner’s arms
giving me a gentle squeeze

God is here
on my skin, in my heart
assuring me that all is well
as I make a brand-new start

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in praise of cowboys & angels (elegy for George Michael)

I can see him as a cowboy
I imagine the plains he rides
as he lopes around the ranch
with sexy, long-legged strides

a light shines from his eyes
unshielded from the sun’s glare
revelling in the summer heat
the Santa Ana wind that loves his hair

in my mind’s eye there’s an image
of this cowboy in his saddle
doin’ what he loves
as he fights a private battle

he tends his sheep & pigs
around the cattle he rides in rings
his muscles throbbing pleasantly
as he composes the songs he sings

so angelic was this cowboy
with love stamped upon his face
that the Lord could not resist
taking him to a better place

gone was this cowboy, this angel
a flawed & human soul
composer of the background music
which made so many people whole

& those who loved the cowboy wept
they pulled their hair, they cried
aghast & unbelieving:
surely their muse had not died?

his music had been a crucial part
of my most formative years
I freely admit the morning after
I awakened covered in tears

but these tears I shed are quiet
aloud I will not weep
I’ll celebrate Jesus & Christmas
& pray for the cowboy’s restful sleep

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summer rain in the garden of Eden

the sky’s the steely gray
of a million slate-covered roofs
kickin’ out the sound
of angry horses hoofs
the owner of the garden
also owns a troubled past
engulfed by this recent storm
she’s convinced the rain will last

is someone cryin’ up in heaven?
their tears a sign it’s time to flee?
who is cryin’ up in heaven,
& are those tears for me?

fat teardrops batter irises
beneath the onslaught their heads are bowed
all the lilies of the valley
have had their spirits cowed
the owner of the garden
has been caught out unawares
salty water stings her eyes
she wonders why she even cares

do angels cry sometimes in heaven?
aren’t angels meant to show naught but glee?
are those really angels cryin’,
& do they weep for me?

the garden’s souls grow dark
as tree branches battle wind
the climbing ivy falls apart
leaves shivering with chagrin
the owner of the garden – scared
is unsure how she’ll cope
but the nectar remains sweet
assistance in her hold on hope

it matters not who cries in heaven
the garden heeds this watery plea
as the garden’s owner whispers,
“you don’t hafta cry for me”

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rain in the garden of eden

known & unknown angels

by known & unknown angels
I live my life surrounded
their ethereal presence
help keep me safe & grounded

before me is Raphael
his healing light shines on me
when my body & soul would sicken
he heals all infirmity

behind me stands mighty Gabriel
granting mercy & consolation
tis his arms I fall into
when I’m beset by desolation

on my right hand is Michael
great Prince of the Seraphim
every day he helps me battle
forces of darkness so evil & grim

on my left hand glows Uriel
holding aloft his fiery sword
teaching me the path of the heart
that I may better love the Lord

just above me hovers Daddy
along with those I loved & lost
known & unknown angels
protecting me at any cost

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my garden angel

the questioning angel

there was once a happy angel
who dwelt on high
in a castle made of clouds
in the star-studded sky
& at every sunrise
when the birds began to sing
the angel would join in
by clapping her wings

she wasn’t bad, this angel
with eyes that shone like jewels
though she often got in trouble
for breaking the Big Guy’s rules
she asked a lotta questions
this laughing little wraith
& this annoyed the Head Angel,
thinking she questioned her faith

the Head Angel complained to the Lord:
“All these questions cause dissension!
She has far too many doubts;
she should be punished with suspension!”
well, the Lord was loath to do this,
but He wanted a little peace
so He gave in to the Head Angel,
& ordered all questions to cease

the little angel was grieved, & asked:
“Why do you do this, Lord?
If I don’t question, I won’t learn –
‘s if you’ve slain me with a sword!
I love all the gifts you’ve given me,
most especially Free Will,
I mean no harm with my questions,
& I love you deeply still!”

“Sometimes,” the Big Guy pondered
“Responding to you is a weighty task.
For though I love you also,
there’re some questions you should not ask.”
“I can deal with that,” the angel said,
humbly bowing her head
& she never asked another question –
she wrote them all down instead

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crystalline dreams

miles above her
in the vastness of space
the Man In The Moon
smiles serenely at her face
singling her out
from the night-time crowds
as Perseus & Andromeda
dance amongst the clouds

miles above her
in God’s holy heaven
Gabriel starts to play his horn
at the stroke of eleven
& the archangel Michael
stretches forth his golden lance
as the cherubim & seraphim
joyously begin to dance

still confined to earth
the Princess Poet smiles
her Chinese calligraphy pen
constructing alphabet aisles
secure in the knowledge
that nothing is what it seems
comforted by glass walls
& crystalline dreams

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