Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

we play in creation (Aug 2010)


ah yes, I like playing
god, a slow pondering
god who wakes
up on a grey morning

declaring this is the colour
of heaven today,
because then we allow
all to slow down;
collectively sigh


we play in creation
as a small detail –
a driftwood construct
in idle hands,
a bow of a ship

in creative lands,
a boon to sailors
taking a leap,
like faith is uncharted
and needs a flag


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