Tag: Piers Northam

Breath. (Ruach)

photo: Sharon Tate Soberon

‘How do we know God?’ She asks.
‘We feel it inside us.’ says the child.
‘And what does it feel like?’
‘It feels like breath…’

It feels like breath:
the engendering, enlivening breath,
the rushing wind,
the gift of life…

This child,
just four years old,
speaks an ancient truth –
a truth not learnt
but lived.

She knows the One
who knit her together
in her mother’s womb:
recognises in a way
that can’t be taught.

Knows herself beloved.

                                                      

A Winter’s Afternoon

Winter afternoon, Norfolk. Photo Piers Northam

A poem inspired by a winter visit to the Norfolk countryside in February 2023. Crafted by my friend Piers.

End of a winter’s afternoon.

A banded landscape
early green hemming
coffee-ground fields
threaded with the teased-out wool
of gathering mist.

Charcoal tree silhouettes
trace the horizon
where coral embers flare :
molten bars, wedged
under a belly of pale heron-grey.

Piers Northam
Norfolk
16 February 23