When I Die

When I die

I want to be

In the sights and sounds

Of a forest green.

There with a faithful friend

Who makes me smile!

Close upon my heels.

With purple heather in full bloom,

Air with the scent of pine

And thrush and blackbird singing sweet.

I want to be bathed

In the rays of a warm embrace.

Carried by the flow of love.

When I die,

I want to be home in the familiar –

The true centre of me.

I want to live

Within the beauty and goodness

My heart has sometimes known

And often ached for.

When I die,

I want to be with

The essence of all I have loved

Once embodied in this world

And long imprinted on my soul.

Training For Ministry

A light beckoned,

An invitation

Given free as gift.

Received with open

Heart and hands.




With space and time

To ponder and discern.

Together in faith

We engage and explore

Catechism of church,

Challenge of change

Events of past,

Possibilities for future.




Listening to the Word,

Sharing wisdom of life,

Gaining insight

And knowledge.

Seeking balance,

Preparing ground,

Making space

For Spirit to flow. 

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This blog is written first and foremost to share my poetry. “From the Heart” is my first collection which is posted on the following pages. I hope you enjoy.