Poems

Treaty
by Andrew Nellist

Spirit has spoken;

Stupa, minaret,

Cradle and dust,

The scowling heat,

In a smile:

With a gasp

Leaving the body

For this life,

On the cross,

In an accident:

At the totem-pole,

Burning marigold

Drifting on Ganges,

In setting sun

Cremated:

But most eloquent

In service needed,

Peaceful agreement,

The little treaty,

Unutterable good.

Companions
by Andrew Nellist

Fire is singing,

Kindling torches

From one flame,

Stars lit

From one sun.

In mountains,

A meteor is sign

Of encouragement,

Shared hearth

The heart.

Pilgrims warm

The difficult way,

Companions

Of the inner light

Brighter than day.

Millennium
by Andrew Nellist

The ageold century clasps its fingers

in meditation on a new millennium.

Amidst frantic activity there is great calm.

Inner eyes foresee the future pattern,

uplifting the vision of universal man.

The internet, spreading its nervous system,

illuminates cultures, enlightening the air.

The ecosystem is examined, lengths of history

discerned in this tapestry of evolution and illusion,

ideology, battle, pollution and prayer.

We nibble and grope like moles to our future,

flit and flap like fledgeling angels

half-aware of inner flights of freedom,

forsaking old attachments, begging deliverance,

appalled, but not yet blind like Paul.

Global synthesis stares into each tortured face,

excites the particles of air which swim into our lungs,

breathes in the common pulse, thicker

than blood which has been spilt too often,

dishonouring true sacrifice.

In stress and striving, each renewed

limb and feather shapes within the nestling flame,

each eye brightens to a widening horizon,

following the path of the phoenix sky.

Poems by Marie

Unfathomable Creatures?

Here, what keeps

It interesting, we

Think, are differences we

Appear to make.

Can the chasm

We believe we see

Between us really be

When He

Who made us

Fathoms only One

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He came

Friend to friend.

Death – came.

Does friendship end?

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it is a Human thing

- judging –

it means nothing

The Divine thing

Is

Loving

Everything

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Blessed be we

Who are free

When we see

With one I