Poem: Meditations on 1 Corinthians 13 – pt 3: Endurance

I would walk a mountain’s path

However deep, or cold, or long;

I would write the finest sonnet

– or the sweetest song,

If that was what love called me so to do.

I endure, and oft surprised

By all my love would give to you.


A young man’s lifetime I have given

An old man’s lifetime stored inside;

And all between, and in the meanwhile,

 – smiles, and whispers nuzzling pride;

Shared work, vibrant embraces – but, my love, till then

Endurance that would scale the highest mountain,

or would write the sweetest love song by it’s pen.

Poem: Meditations on 1 Corinthians 13, pt 2 – Hope

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Like a crocus, hidden deep

Buried beneath cold hard ground,

A bulb beneath crumbling earth

Feeling the chill regress,

The earth – thaws.

Reaching, seeking, yearning for light;

For hope is not insensible

It is rooted, fed, nurtured

 – sleeping, but instinctive to life

to it’s call: sunlight, bright

rain, cool breezes, heat and warmth

the yearning to embrace, and grow

Brightly, fully into


Hope, of freedom.

Hope, of joy.

Hope, of flowering


of love.