1/1/11
January 2011
We reach once more the turning of the year.
Survivors still, and more or less intact.
The tide has come and gone and come and tumbled us and tangled us
In all the human flotsam of our lives.
Yet we survive.
Survivors still, and more – not less – intact.
For in your eyes, in this brief moment snatched
From fleeting stillness, I see joy, and grit,
Glittering wit, steady, sturdy strength
And all the laughing loving flowing shining things of life.
The tide rolls in. And in this passing light,
This day of ones, this first of all the rest,
Its ceaseless murmur churns an old refrain:
"All shall be well,
And all shall be well,
And all manner of things shall be well."
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I'm an Anglo-Irish web developer, father of five, company director and (evidently) a poet of sorts.
My inspiration comes from the beautiful Cotswold countryside I inhabit and explore,
the intricate mysteries of the people I have loved, and the daily miracle of being a living, breathing,
always changing consciousness – a point of view through which the universe looks upon itself.
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