Be a slave of your anger,
Be the master.
15/5/2024

Summertime is a gift
to all who survived Winter

carrot and the stick
is well known
on the path of would be poet

words occupy their own space
we choose to rearrange them

jobs to potter about the garden
at ones own pace
and natures rewards overspill
all we ever knew
reconnecting the child to wonders lost
and now found.

where does a Butterfly get all its energy
if not the shared Daystar called Sun,
and beauty painted across Butterflies wings
by the Master of creation called God,
who also composed the songs of Birds, and
inspired the psalms, a book of ancient poetry,
where does Mankind get all its energy
to do some good except the hand of Love.

Banished all melancholy
on the insistence of St Philip Neri