Cavecanum

Where the shells are hidden by nothing more than sand - natural changes make discreet alterations where love and continents land. Those colourful shells round our coasts lie, a necklace for all inland; they're among us too though you might not know the patterns of peace in their hand. These shells are of the world around and what a positive treat, in pubs and schools and hospitals; you'll meet them on the street. They never want to dull the world, take command or rule, like despots and dictators who in ones and twos alike they rise, as bones and shells do too. Shells are one ingredient that form the world around - as bones make up our bodies which conflicts spread about! Tyrants and oppressors surface and sow the earth with bones, which once formed human beings entire: did not grow old. Quiet beneath a dusting of sand are the populations of every land; generous, discreet

She came up over, like the sun and moon forereach us in their orbit. On hindsight, it all but made me jump how air, unperfumed, conveys a tidal change ! - and how some deity's rare daughter, with dignity and chaos cast me to and pulled me out of choppy water. There some flow of light and shade; colours retrograde and places not to go.

It was taking him all day, they said to plough the field opposite the pub. But he was making a good job of it, i thought before the overnight rain and storm. Neat furrowed browns, cold earth sliced clean by tempered blades and left shiny by their cut. Beyond, pockets of trees people the dusky fore-slopes like small deserted hamlets, restless within to this gathering breeze: You'd have to stand there and listen. Whilst here tall posts raise wires already bowed sideways by wind for song; I'm on my way home now to where the cat has forgotten I'd gone.

Are we We're Yes O yes we are always orbiting - Grace and past Our perennial surprise and frequent trouble, keeping us on the wobble that may Beauty and Unity alone love to see us coming back!

Seven past six - I can hardly wait for some proper culmination and that will be that, the very eventual comeuppance when all has come to bare and options spent or difference made, it's all the same now. There will be witness, some happening few who beware of the air and water and of all we knew; and may they be a motley crew.

Form beside Incarnation May God be at your elbow and let each day's weather be the perfect hat

Don't say 'God' to people when you're at the pub; they think you're probably mad and there's the rub. Aren't pubs and churches next to each other so you can run out of one and into the other when things get impossibly tough? But quantum physics - there's a thing could explain it all, as somewhere between God and the pub is a crystal ball, that could actually start to sing!

How embarrassing ! Just three cameras were there Holding hands and screaming glee Running around in circles While he blew his nose Messily Once

December shooters fright and blast and broadcast hell on Earth: For the innocent unarmed by relevance or grasp are way too shy of torch at night or daytime glance at half a mile for another while. But in my youth I shot; a young commander of hedge and ditch and the flushed animals I dropped, with an unfamiliar prowess, my hammer action double barrels seemingly almost blessed. Then, the danger was all theirs but it felt like all mine! Staccato bursts of hormones and life's old edge. No pastoral symphony was this but a love of life's antithesis! One day my Father came along, ex-army and decidedly unarmed. 'Today you're not alone' he smiled which was right but later wrong, after 'Good shot you Bastard' he turned and walked home. Beautifully chastised I began to see not just an empty sky but anomaly addressed; a wide old sky comes a little closer where the ordinary and extraordinary arm in arm pass over.