Oft in the stilly night
ere slumber's chain has bound me,
fond memory brings the light
of other days around me;
the smiles, the tears
of childhood's years,
the words of love then spoken,
the eyes that shone
now dimmed and gone,
the cheerful hearts now broken.


When I remember all
the friends, so linked together,
I've seen around me fall
like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
who treads alone
some banquet hall deserted
whose lights are fled
whose garlands dead
and all but he departed.

- Thomas Moore




Time it was
and what a time it was
it was
a time of innocence
a time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
preserved your memories
they're all that's left of you..

I love quietness.....
because there comes a
time when the
chattering of my
voice stops me hearing
what I'm saying.

I love quietness.....
because there
comes a time
when the babble of
my voice stops me hearing
what I'm thinking.

I love quietness.....
because there comes a time
when the prattling
of my voice stops me hearing
what God is saying.

I love quietness....
because there comes
a time when the
happy noise of
human speech stops
me hearing the soft
crying of humans in
pain.

I love quietness....
because there comes
a time when the warm
blanket of speech
is so cosy
that my mind goes to
sleep.

I love quietness.....
because there comes
a time when I
realise I don't
know what to say
any more, and when
I realise that it
doesn't matter.

I love quietness.....
because it brings me
through the
whirlwind to the
stillness which is at
its centre.

I love quietness....
because when God gave us
one mouth and two ears,
He probably intended us to use
them in that proportion.

I love quietness....
because while Peter was
arguing around the fire,
Jesus was standing silent
before the judge.

- Tom Wright

A special someone wrote me this the other evening..

Honey to the bee
That's what you are to me.

Who needs long flowery speeches or tedious effusive gushings when you can have something so sweet and succinct? :)

The woman I am
hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be

Testing the Waters

When I first read about blogs in Digit magazine a few years ago I was aghast. It was something like an online diary so they said. My first reaction was why on earth would anyone in their right senses want to hang out their dirty linen for all the world to see! And for someone who's had to struggle all through my growing up years when I diligently kept a diary, away from the prying eyes of my sisters who had the infuriating habit of blithely announcing my deepest secrets at the dinner table, it sounded suspiciously like a total invasion of privacy...something that's incredibly dear to me. So for the longest time I completely nixed the idea. But people change as do the seasons, and browsing through a variety of blogs, some of friends, some of total strangers, I realise that there's a certain show and hide aspect of it which is how I now find myself all out gung ho on putting up little pieces of me for the world and its sister to see.

I can't see myself just yet being so bold as to hang out here every item of my dirty linen so for now it'll probably be poetry and a few cautious musings. Bear with me as I test the waters before I open up my lute to truly sing...