“Christ conquered death bringing new life to all” or “New life dims the Cross”
Tag: poetry
Where am I?
Where am I?
Sat on the beach
What can I see?
a vast expanse of sea that is Lyme Bay
a beach called Chesil stretches out before me.
a sun shimmering golden road cuts a swathe across the sea.
waves rise and then fall before breaking up on the shore
wispy clouds decorate the sky
a golden orb is a jewel of gold
What can I hear?
waves breaking upon the shore,
the sound of shingle under foot,
the cry of seagulls.
What can I feel?
the gentle warmth of the late evening sunshine upon my face.
How do I feel?
at rest
at ease
at peace.
I sit in awe and wonderment at the magnificence I see before me,
perfection
colours
shapes
sounds
smells.
the light grows dim,
the golden road loses its shimmer and is gone
the sun disappears over the horizon,
the day is over and the night begins.
Margaret Preuss-Higham
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perfection
light
circular
delicate
perfection
self perpetuating
perfectly spherical
floats on the breeze
The River
The river, it doth flow gently,
Onwards to the sea.
Silently it moves,
Serenely
According to its mood.
Harbouring life
Concealing its power.
It gives so much
It is life giving,
In more ways than one.
It has the power to do so much
Sustain life
Destroy life
The river mirrors life’s journeys
Its twists
Its turns
The ebb and flow of the tide.
Its dry times, where very little flows
Its times of plenty, where the water rises
and there is too much to cope with.
The Good Shepherd leads us
beside still waters
he can’t always keep them calm
but he is with us through the twists and turns
during the ebb and flow of life
believe and be saved,
by his life giving water.
Margaret Preuss-Higham
THE FLEET
The Fleet
It sits betwixt and between
shingle shore and yonder green bank
haunt of smugglers in times past
home of fishermen,
yesterday,
today,
and tomorrow.
a place of peace,
a place of tranquility,
a place to reflect,
that place,
The Fleet.
home to the swan,
majestic and white,
so pure,
so strong,
so elegant,
as it glides across the fleet,
serene,
with head held high.
a place of peace.
a place of tranquility,
a place to reflect.
that is the Fleet.
the boats traverse the fleet,
through strength of men,
that they may catch fish
In order to feed the soul.
a place of peace,
a place of tranquilty,
a place to reflect
on Gods created world,
that is the Fleet.
Margaret Preuss-Higham
Musings of a Village Vicar 