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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 478

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 16

    The Bat

    by Jane Kenyon

    I was reading about rationalism,
    the kind of thing we do up north
    in early winter, where the sun
    leaves work for the day at 4:15

    Maybe the world is intelligible
    to the rational mind;
    and maybe we light the lamps at dusk
    for nothing...

    Then I heard the wings overhead.

    The cats and I chased the bat
    in circles - living room, kitchen,
    pantry, kitchen, living room...
    At every turn it evaded us

    like the identity of the third person
    in the Trinity: the one
    who spoke through the prophets,
    the one who astounded Mary
    by suddenly coming near.

  • Gaudete

    Well, some things just have to be done...

     Happy Gaudete Sunday all

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 15

    Blackbird in Fulham

    by P J Cavanagh

    A John the Baptist bird which comes before
    The light, chooses an aerial
    Toothed like a garden rake, puts a prong at each shoulder,
    Opens its beak and becomes a thurifer
    Blessing dark above dank holes between the houses,
    Sleek patios or rag-and-weed-choked messes.

    Too aboriginal to notice these,
    Its concentration is on resonance
    Which excavates in sleepers memories
    Long overgrown or expensively paved-over,
    Of innocence unmawkish, love robust.
    Its sole belief, that light will come at last.
    The point is proved and, casual, it flies elsewhere
    To sing more distantly, as though its tune
    Is left behind imprinted on the air,
    Still legible, though this the second carbon.
    And puzzled wakers lie and listen hard
    To something moving in their minds' backyard.

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 14

    Darkness

    after Rilke

    by Alan Payne


    Darkness,

    your grand circle engulfs

    all the small bright circles

    of the world.  None

    can withstand you:

    meteors trailing their light

    through space, this slim

    candle on a shelf.

    All selves

    belong to you, began

    in you.  You place

    a hand on my shoulder, shift

    hand to wrist, fell my pulse.

    Your gentleness moves

    me to belief: in

    darkness.

  • Feeling Blessed

    002.JPGQueen of all she surveys - Holly testing out the smart new dining chairs tucked under the lovely new dining table, and giving her seal of approval.

    007.JPGYesterday I joined some friends at a charity carols by candlelight event in Edinburgh - and in the lucky-dip managed to win no less than a television!  Just need to arrange to collect it from the charity's offices in town as I'd left before they contacted me with the news, but, wow!

    Feeling very blessed.