Lost Love

Something is wrong: what secret are you hiding?
Distance stretches between us long, wide
I can see it in your eyes
Feel it in your voice
All passion has blown away
A tornado spent
Leaving emptiness in its wake
I touch you and you turn away
Your body as cold as stone
My heart breaks
Silence severs two souls who were as one
Now separated by secret things
Is there something I have or have not done?
I wonder as fear spreads
Through my being chilling my bones
Uncertainty, worthlessness envelops me
Loneliness has become my companion
Is someone else receiving what was mine?
I grieve for what was and no longer is
What truths are you hiding from me?
In your heart’s secret place

Meditations

I look at nature around me in awe
A butterfly with its glorious patterns and colours
Tall trees gently swaying in the breeze
A bird collecting worms for its young
The sky with cotton wool clouds stretching up into infinity
And I feel a warmth and peace in my heart
Knowing this is God’s creation.

When I see a fiery sunset in all its splendour
Tall mountains and the wide expanse of the sea
I think of God
In the solitude of a rainforest amongst the shadows and silence
I think of God and feel his presence
How powerful and amazing he is to have created all these things
Even though I am but the tiniest of specks compared to Him
And a miserable sinner, He still loves me and I am humbled

Short Story: Out Of The Darkness

I first noticed the two men reflected in a shop window as I passed by. They were standing by a shop front across the street, both wearing dark macintoshes; their faces hidden under the kind of hats men wore in the fifties. It was becoming late and the crowds had thinned considerably. A light shower of rain had given the road a sheen that reflected the lights of the city, highlighting the shadowy darkness of the shop front opposite, from where a cigarette glowed. Nothing seemed amiss, the fact that they were there had nothing to do with me, or so I thought, until I realised they were always there, lurking close by, no matter where I went.

I stopped for coffee and after ordering, saw them sitting at a table not too far from me. This is too much of a coincidence I thought feeling uneasy. Gathering up my parcels, I paid the bill and walked out onto the pavement. I heard the scrape of their chairs on the cafe floor, as I shut the door behind me. I tried hard to control the fear that threatened to overtake me and resisted the impulse to run. I'll hail a taxi I decided instead of walking to my home. Cars streaked by as I walked, but no taxis. I walked faster. What could they want? I could sense their presence behind me and stepped up my pace. Still no taxis. I would have to make it by foot. Would I arrive safely home?

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke wafted in the air. I was too frightened to look back and began to run in the now empty street. I careered around the corner my parcels falling to the ground. I left them behind and zigzagged through the streets that jigsawed to home. Houses still had their lights on. I could hear the sound of televisions blaring as I passed. It started to rain, heavily this time. I ran through puddles not caring that I was drenched from head to foot, my hair hanging in wet strands around my face. I was nearly there my lungs at bursting point, when I stumbled and scraped my knee. I picked myself up. I could feel the warm trickle of blood oozing down my leg. Sobbing I reached our front gate, wrenched it open and flew towards the front porch. The house was in darkness. While I fumbled for my keys I heard a cough and looked up.

There before me was one of them. My heart lurched! How could this have been? They had been behind me. He laughed, his face evil. Hands closed around my neck. I tried to scream, but the pressure on my throat was too great. I slowly sank, my head swimming, down, down, down into darkness, and oblivion...



My shoulder hurt. Someone was shaking it hard. 'Wake-up, Liz! Wake-up! You’re dreaming!' said Mum.

FLY AWAY

If I could fly like Peter Pan
I’d fly away up into the clouds
Where I would visit Angels before
I visited all the wondrous places of the world
First would be the pyramids of Egypt
Where I would sit atop of the largest one
To look down on the desert stretched out before me
Then I would float to Mount Everest
There I would soar like an eagle
To its highest peak and sit in the snow
While I surveyed the labours of mountain climbers
As they seek to reach the summit
I would visit the Eiffel Tower, Venice, Rome
And many other places
Before I glided with the currents
In my quest to find a new world
A land of milk and honey where there are no wars or terrorists
No sorrow, murder or rape, only happiness
Where people love and care for one another
And there I would stay
Yes, I am dreaming but I wish it were true,
If only I could fly away like Peter Pan
To find a world that was paradise.