Child of Mine

Child of mine lay never begging bread nor selling soul to live

Keep the smile that matches the sparkle in your eye

The one that lights the face

For it touches heart and mind (more…)

Silence

Among the ruins of violence

stones stand in silence.

By pyres of sacrifice

the fires speak silence.

In temples and in reverence

the prayers are silence.

True beauty is in essence

intense silence,

a silent sacrifice

of quiet reverence.

Your beauty is intense.

You love in silence.

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*Photograph by Joy Goodenough

*Words by Sean Nel

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Carved in a Tree of Love

Majestic, ancient divinity of life –

the silent, towering testament of God –

The book of Life. This is His tree of Love.

But we would carve our little love, like God

Himself in the soft pages of the tree.

Kept His seed to plant our own, play-playing God. (more…)

Things Are Looking Up

Sometimes I am the angry indication of an accidental fire, blanketing the innocents around me.
Sometimes I am a jet stream, a memory of power, of surging to a destination.

Sometimes I am just a wisp, a series of horse tails flicking at the cool outer reaches of the atmosphere, remote. (more…)