The Banquet in the Dark



Before the flashlight flickered,

It was blackness,

Not negative, just nothing to me.

Unable to discern,

What lies below.


Now, revealed; all is clear.

The table is set,

All which remains is to reach out once more,

Into the divine darkness.


And trust I will find the food I desire.


The Sacramentals



Those sacramentals on the table,

Pickin’s for the grieving family,

Some unworn watches, car boot sale bargains,

The oil painting of home in Ireland from Uncle Jim,

A funny plate, from a holiday in Cornwall.


All sacramentals now,

To be spread amongst others,

Or saved for another such event,

30 years from now.

As his children set the dining room table again.


For another semi-colon in an eternal sentence.

The Choices






Almost the same,

Leading to the same place,

One as invitational as the other.

The doors stay firmly closed,

Waiting only for awakening,

A key.

Or someone inside to invite you in.


The choice to discern or decide.

The Choice



The path on this seashore seemed familiar,

The walk from the Welsh village contained all the characters from Undermilk Wood,

Yet, none came from their houses,

Making this our own set, and not surreal at it seemed.


Her hand firmly clasped in a grip of 37 years,

No mans land in marriage, yet as perfect as the first days,

Only better now because we know each other,

And that we didn’t make the right choice.


But rather God did.

Alt Path



Holding her hand in a grip,

Which will not hurt, caressing, but not easy to shake.

Like the time we have spent here together,

Traveling encased in a dream which has lasted all those years.

We walked together.


Here now was the alternative path,

Close to the coastal wall,

Tall, make of Celtic stone and surrounded by a hedge of many years,

Making it full on impassable.


Years ago it was narrow, but easily navigated,

The alt path now blocked by the darkness,

Even though it is full on daylight,

On this coastal day in Wales.


We are forced back to the main path

Perfectly cleared of any debris, illuminated and almost straight,

Making it clear where we are called to go,

But winding enough to make it interesting,

Filled with parts unseen to increase that Holy Longing

Which is our love for each other,


And for Him.