1351

Between engagements

What do I want for tomorrow?

I've a day off in Brum;

A time for relaxation

(Given there is no sun)?

A time to think, to consider

Just what I want from today.

To open up ideas,

Far from the mocking fray.

Of meeting after meeting,

Of emails and phone-calls,

One damn thing after another;

No space for me at all.

No space to see the pathway,

No space to unwind,

No space to sort confusion,

No space for me to find

The Way you set before me,

The Way I want to go,

The Way that is so easy

For in my heart I know

That all that's really needed

Is my willingness to see

That you are always waiting;

The problem here - is me.

Brian Hick March 2013

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 1356

What would moonlight be

            With nobody to see it?

What this melody

            With nobody to hear it?

What this apple tree

            With nobody to taste it?

What this flowing stream

              With nobody to touch it?

What this blooming rose

            With nobody to smell it?

What would this world be

            With nobody to love it?

Brian Hick March 2014

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 1350

The joy of farting

As a cyclist overtakes

Is beyond compare.

Brian Hick March 2013

 1349

You come to me and speak into my silence,

You come to me and ease away my pain,

You come with love to lift my soul again.

You rise above the darkness of the night-time,

You blaze out in the early morning light,

You roll away my doubts and disillusion,

You cleave the limitations of my sight.

You stand by me, you strive when I feel beaten,

You gently turn me back go the right path,

You let me act, yet always there to guide me,

You may chastise, but anger does not last.

What can I do, when you've done so much more

Than my brief lifetime ever could repay?

What from this tiny speck of your creation

Could count for anything along the way?

Perhaps if I could love with just a fraction

Of that love which you have showered on me

My life, my hopes, my faith will count for something

As love flows out, immaculate and free?

Brian Hick March 2013

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