Author: Ian Trimnell

Thankful By Kelly Roper These are the things I’m thankful for… The sweet smell of flowers in springtime, Beautiful clear blue skies above me, The feeling of damp grass beneath my bare feet, The sound of a free running stream, The warmth of the sun on my cheeks, The site of a field filled with corn,...

If I had my life to live over again, By Nadine Stair If I had my life to live over again, I’d dare to make more mistakes next time. I’d relax. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than I’ve been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances, I would eat...

Mother Earth’s Gifts By Kelly Roper Mother Earth gives her gifts for all to share, She gives them freely, yet she’s still aware That things are changing, perhaps for the worse. How much more can she give if our future is cursed? It’s way past time to put Mother Earth first, To clean up the water...

The Guest House By Jellaludin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of...

CONTEMPLATING DEATH By SJ Holland Many things can take away The hope we have on earth. The losing of a job, a home, Disease, sickness, worse. To live a life of poverty. To stumble into drugs. To victimize a younger child. To search and search for love. But there is not a hopelessness That equals that...

OH, HOW I LOVE YOU By SJ Holland We search each other’s eyes For depth of thought. We find feelings, real feelings Of deep, warm love, Never dying, But always trying to break free, To come forth And be the dream Of me and you come true. Oh, how I love you. Good evening and welcome...

AWARNESS By Sandi Holland Oh, let us savor this beginning So sublime, And rush not As excitement weighs heavily Upon our minds. Yet, we must not hesitate To answer the soft And gentle awareness, Of intense and increasing closeness. For to surrender is to Keep desire alive. And if I should die before we kiss, Happy...

This Breathless Earth By Malcolm Guite We bolted every door but even so We couldn’t catch our breath for very fear: Fear of their knocking at the gate below, Fear that they’d find and kill us even here. Though Mary’s tale had quickened all our hearts Each fleeting hope just deepens your despair: The panic grips...

When this is over, may we never again take for granted A handshake with a stranger Full shelves at the store Conversations with neighbours A crowded theatre Friday night out Receiving communion A routine check-up The school rush each morning Coffee with a friend The stadium roaring Each deep breath A boring day Life itself. When...