Saturday, 6 September 2008


From my new stance, seeking sweetness
For enhancement of fresh modes of love,
Joy to my countenance, power to make me
Dance, where should I go? The Rock,
Sublime answer to each circumstance,
Seemed to unlock ‑ the honey poured.
No time or chance will now meet me
For which there is no solution: Christ ‑
For me to gather, His undeviance,
His loveliness, my model, my way of advance.

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