Monthly Archives: March 2014
You think you’re gonna chat about The last episode of Game of Thrones Or Downtown Abbey With St Peter at the Pearly Gates? He’ll ask you If you danced close, on midsummer’s eve drunk happily on plum wine. … Continue reading
What if I go to jail? Would you still read my letters? Could your faith let you love me then? Even then? What if you knew I was bad? If you still loved me then what would love be worth?
Etched in jagged lines across your face Trouble with no symmetry. If God would but turn away I would trace those lines with my lips Memorising them, making sense of them. And were God to turn back again He would … Continue reading
Blinded by uncertainty Carving half truths Out of ephemeral Fickle Light Seeing it clearly Or at least you think you do, Perhaps these are half shadows Of that ever fickle Truth? Dreaming, groping in the dark You brush … Continue reading