Saturday, August 16, 2025

 1369

I will seek you where I know you'll be

Down at the water's edge, beside the sea,

Upon the cliff top, where the morning breeze

Cools the air and drifts towards the trees

Which rest in blossom and your spring's new green

Before summer's joy and those unseen,

Unnoticed moments of continuing life

Inevitably unfolding without strife.

Each tiny atom, or the eternal round,

Reflecting all that is, and all I've found

Searching for you, until you found me,

Touched my heart and set my spirit free;

And here I am, surrounded by your love,

From deep in ocean's depth to heaven above.


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 16.8.25

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

 1368

Alpha & Omega

I know you love the silence and the word that can't be heard

That slipping into stillness to rise up, like a bird

Circling the hill tops, safe at the edge of thought,

Where casual adversity melts off, as the fraught

And fractious din of endless conversations disappear

Into the ocean far below or up into the air

Which effortlessly cradles me until I reach the place

Where all barriers lie broken and we are face to face.


Here is where my heart is, here I long to be,

The transforming awareness that there's only you and me

And, when you release me, return me to my work,

No matter what the problem, the upsets that may lurk

To trip me or dissuade me from following the way,

I'll always have the silence you gave to me today,

This wordless wild conviction of overflowing love

From deep below the ocean to the heavens far above.


Love does nto need explaining, love does not make demands

Love exists in giving, in meeting the commands

Of gentle expectations, to succour and relieve,

To laugh with those rejoicing, to grieve with those who grieve;

Love can never censure, love does not complain

Love flows through me unceasing its influence the same

As when I first encountered its touch upon my heart

And knew there was no turning back, no chance that we might part.


And now within this silence, I sense your gentle voice,

A whisper in the tree-tops, a calling to rejoice

In all you have created, all that comes to me,

All that has departed, all that will ever be,

For there is no beginning, as there will be no end,

No time, no space, no limits, no boundaries to offend,

No need for forgiveness, no need to lose or win,

For you, and you alone, are where I end and I begin.


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 13.8 25

Monday, August 11, 2025

 1367

Is there anything worse

Than the casual conversation

Of strangers on a train?


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 11.8.25

Friday, August 8, 2025

 1366


A week away - and I am not in charge!

For years I've always organised the days

Ensuring hours are profitably spent,

All educated in the local ways

With dates and vistas, views and monuments,

Till they merge in a pleasurable haze

Of boots and sticks, pub lunches, strange hotels,

Recalled for ducks in bathrooms, bedroom keys,

Reused teabags, small towels and soft beds,

House-rules on post-it notes and sneaked cream teas

Between full-English and the evening's meal;

Confusing and confused these memories please

Because, beside the days we can't recall,

They bring to mind real friendships which wont pall.


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 8.8.25

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

 1365

Being away is

Fine, because I know I can

Always come back home.


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 6.8.25

Monday, August 4, 2025

 1364

Broadmead may be a

Brick-built shopping mall mais le

Café Rouge est bon!


The sun is shining

On me as I sit outside

Broadmead's Café Rouge


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 4.8.25

Friday, August 1, 2025

 1363 (answer to 1362?)

Why do you not listen when I speak,

Complaining that I'm deaf to all your prayers,

Shouting I don't listen, do not seek

To touch your heart and soothe away your cares?


I share your pain; when you're alone I'm there

Beside you, though your anger shuts your ears

To understand that I always care,

Could any moment wash away your fears;


But I can't force you to let me come in -

The handle of this door is on your side -

I'll go on knocking but I cannot win

Your love by force, no matter that I died


To show you that love costs and always will.

Our selfless love will lead to Calvary's Hill.


Brian Hick July 2014

©copyright Sally Hick 1.8.25