a shard of light

Christmas is a time that reminds me that
Miracles are possible
That darkness can be cracked
That hearts can be strangely warmed

That Kings can give up crowns
That terrorists can give up terror
When they catch a glimpse
Of something
Greater than their power
Greater than their error

A shard of light
Can silence the night
That rages in the heart of Man
A small child can bring us to our knees
To pick up fallen stars
Extraordinary things can happen
Hope comes to humble hearts.

poem by Debbie Thompson

Christ in the rubble, Kelly Latimore 

Love

I love people

I hate conflict

I love community

I hate exclusion

I love chocolate

I hate brussel sprouts

I love warm blankets

I hate smelly dishcloths

I love connection

I hate division

I love adoption

I hate abandonment

I love forgiveness

I hate bitterness

I love truth

I hate lies

I love light

I hate darkness

I love technology (sometimes)

I hate technology (sometimes)

I love coffee

I hate instant

I love depth

I hate pretension

I love dancing

I hate running

I love dragon flies

I hate mosquitoes

I love trust

I hate fear

I love love

I hate hate

 

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All poems and original writing on this blog are Copyright © Hilary Murdoch 2013

Cape Town light

The light in this city, the ‘Mother City’ of South Africa, seems brighter, cleaner, crisper than in England.

I feel lighter when I’m here.

It’s difficult to describe. I’m still me, but more me, a more peaceful me.

 

With the visual space, up to the mountain and out to sea, comes mental space. In London sometimes I would feel pressed in on every side by buildings, by things man-made, by people rushing, busy-ness and pressure, without space to breathe, space to think, space to be.

I feel there’s space here.