1461

Sunday on the train

Families, tourists and noise;

Nobody works here.

But at least they were not

All silenced by their phones.

All quiet again;

The children have all left for

Harry Potter  World.

Brian Hick May 2015

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1460

 Must be important:

Michael White has travelled to

Brighton Festival.

Brian Hick May 2015

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 1459

Let it go ...

If I forgive, can I forgive myself?

If I let go of all these pent up hates,

These nasty thoughts, these wishes to expunge

The other who dares to contradict myself,

Will I find relief turns into peace

And all the tensions of an argument

Long since forgotten fade in cinsequence

As face-off dwindles down to acceptance?

You smile as if it's easy to let go

After I have fought to keep control

Of all this seething separation, this

Deep division with its silent void.

            Yes, overhead, wings outstretched, a dove

            Convinces me I'm sheltered by your love.

Brian Hick May 2015

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 1458

8 5 15

Why did the turkeys

When the gate was left open

Still vote for Christmas?

Brian Hick May 2015

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 1457

They are asked to write

A paragraph on Wold Tone;

Memories flood back.

Brian Hick May 2015

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 1456

Unlike Jean Valjean I'm not so sure

And seventy years on things have not come clearer.

Looking back, I hope to see a path

Which has led on, inevitably nearer

To eternal truths, real insight and a sense

Of contentment, while doubts become far rarer.

But actually my mind is as confused

As it was at fourteen when I thought

That teenage years would pass and adulthood

Would bring the wisdom which was caught

Simply by getting older; yet today

I ponder why my life still seems so fraught.

I don't know who I am, but at least

I know who you are - and that brings me peace.

Brian Hick May 2015

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 1455

I am the song you heard before creation

I am the song that calls across the void

I am the song enfolding each sensation

I am the song the angels first enjoyed

I am the song that wakes you in the dawn

I am the song that eases you at night

I am the song that guides you through the shadows

I am the song that leads you to the light

I am the song that died away to silence

I am the song that darkness could not hide

I am the song that sang again at sunrise

I am the song that could not be denied

I am the song, sing out the joy of living

I am the song, sing out to show we care

I am the song, sing out the new creation

I am the song, sing out the love we share

Tune; Tell out my soul

Brian Hick May 2015

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