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Of course you're there but I will still wait

Until you tell me what I have to do,

Like some old prophet searching for the bait

To reel in converts daily, two by two.

Your silence in this noise of summer days

Rests on my heart, knowing you're aware

I'm eager to give more than simple praise

And worship, if you need me to share

The joy that comes from following the Way

The joy I feel in your abiding love

The joy that never fails or says me nay

The joy that floods like sunlight from above.

            Your silence speaks more life than life can bring

            Turning bleak winter to eternal spring.

Brian Hick July 2013

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A small boy stops and

Says Hello to the sparrows;

My morning brightens.

Brian Hick March 2011

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 From Cardingmill Valley to Pole Bank

Through Rectory Wood to Little Spout

Then on the Shropshire Path

Across heather and the moor

To Pole Bank heights at last.

The Malvern Hills are to the south

With Shrewsbury to the north

Cannock Chase is in the east

But the rain clouds force

Is gathering in western skies

To dampen our tomorrow

So, on the Longmynd for today

There is no time for sorrow,

I passed this way when just a boy

With David from next door

And felt we were the only ones

Who dared to explore

This silent valley with its rush

Of water on each side

And climbing up to hanging bluffs

There was no need to hide

The excitement and the joy we felt 

At one with all the world

- short trousers and sensible shoes -

But spirits now unfurled

Across the wide expanse of gorse

On sheep tracks hardly seen

Climbing ever higher until

On every side the scene

Exploded, as it did today,

With, in the distant haze,

Places I have grown to love

United as the ways

Have come together in this place

A crossroad of returns

Where all the joy that I felt then

Once more within me burns,

Brian Hick 2009

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 Oh what joy

How can I be depressed

Cardiff Bay

And Pizza Express

Brian Hick July 09

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 Dare I ASK?

A bruschetta of fried bread

And withered leaves;

A pasta of reheated penne

Chicken chunks and sauce

From dubious wild mushrooms.

But - ah but - at last

Fresh mint tea and all that one could ask;

Just mint leaves, frsh boiled water

Nothing else;

I can overlook the indifferent food

Tea, and the evening sun, makes all life good.

Brian Hick 2009

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