The Buddha Amitābha - by
Without joy there can be no salvation
/ and without love there can be no joy.
religion
In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport - by
Here, where the noises of the busy town, / The ocean’s plunge and roar can enter not, / We stand…
Andra on November 30th - by
Saint Andra o the Blessed Beuk, / as Scottish as a Heelan Duke.
Diwali, Manchester 2001 - by
I think of windows as I think of caves…
Personal History: For My Son - by
for my son
/
/ O my heart is the unlucky heir of the ages
/ And my body is unwillingly the secret agent
/ Of my…
Canna – can - by
It seems some Calvinist has been there / naming the island…
Having no Cattish - by
The cat fits in the crook of my arm
/ as would a new-born child, although
/ equipped with wariness.
/ He cares for me much…
Bladerunner - by
Let’s do something you’ll never tell
/ your friends about, my convenient wife.
/ Read me theology until holiness runs
/ deeper than my sackcloth and…
Lost - by
To quote my distant friend Imran MacLeod,
/ ‘A man with no culture has no identity.’
/
/ The last I heard of him was,…
Les Dieux - by
Ils viennent
/ comme des amis longtemps absents
/ qui sonnent à la porte du jardin
/ dans leurs vêtements
/ flotte un parfum de lointains pays
/
/ ils ne…
Caritas - by
The speaking stones
/
/ These stones speak a level language,
/ murmured word by word,
/ a speech pocked and porous with loss,
/ redressed by the slow…