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The Shelter

The Shelter

You are Peace amid my storms, sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2) Raging fears that crash and roar, hammer on me, bruised and sore; flooding round me, dark and cold – without You, I’ll lose my hold… You are Peace amid my storms, sheltering arms in which to hide. (x2) Weak and weary, still […]

Waiting

Waiting

The moon glows low, old ivory hanging in the trees, shining down the river in a crisp and cobalt evening. Clouds loom on the horizon as our passive words circle round and round what may be. We turn each stone again, rake through old leaves – foraging for options, contriving prudent actions when all that […]

Northern welcome

Northern welcome

We traced the edge of the sky on the gaunt grey rubbled hill. Distant on the wind, a lonely sound drew us on, beguiling voice of a rough-hewn land. We watched wings dip and soar beyond our recognition. A pensive lament threaded on the air securing our hearts to this wilderness, unfamiliar home.   — […]

York station

York station

Morning dawns crisp and cold; light pours through the arches. Time stands aside as the train approaches inflexibly and words are drowned. The engines throb against the walls that enclose me. Your touch finds a chink in my numbness – and I walk home alone.   — Christine Rigden

Reaching out

Reaching out

I feel your pain and long to touch the hurt and make it melt away. Yes, I know that I can’t really see the breadth and depth of this dark valley you’re in. I can’t truly know just how sharp the knife is in your soul – for it is you in it’s path, not […]

Moorland

Moorland

This extravagant moorland has a stark beauty, softened by gentle shrouding mists. Translucent pearl mantles the opulence of the land. Velvet expanse of heather embroidered, intricate with rich silk greens, raw silver and spun gold grasses. A coin-pale disk of sun cloud-curtained, gleams – wrestles – wins through, and briefly ignites folded hills. A furtive […]

I Love You

I Love You

After all these years, how do I find new words to say “I love you”? I’d have thought so many seasons would wear the old ones rather thin, like favourite jeans. My love for you is threaded through each day. Every time I use the words again they carry with them all the past I-love-you’s […]