In my moment of need you gave me your gift of words

In my moment of need, you gave me your gift of words.

As I lay at the wayside,

Bleeding

Scarred

Scared

And

You told me how much our moments together meant to you.

…

In my hour of need, you covered me with clichés.

As I stood before you naked

Exposed

Shivering

Terrified

And

You shared with me how our friendship gave you such a lovely warm feeling.

…

In the time I needed you most, you poured out your wisdom.

I had no money for food

No funds for fuel

Nor hope for the future

And

You told me how much you valued the time we spent together.

.

..

…

Then she came.

She saw me bleeding at the wayside

And

She said nothing.

Then

She cleansed my wounds

Then

She sewed the torn flesh

Then

She bandaged my broken body

Then

She clothed me in her own robe

Then

She fed me…

No message was upon her lips

Save for the warmth of her smile

Reflecting the fire of compassion in her eyes

She held me safe ’til I slept in peace

Forever

In her arms

Embraced

A child again

In silence

Of Poetry and Peace

It’s been a long time

Since I’ve written any poetry,

Which is a shame,

‘Cos it’s really good for me.

It helps me clarify

And articulate

All the thoughts

That I’ve had of late.

Otherwise they

Hang around

And generate noise,

Not a beautiful sound.

They echo

And reverberate

Inside my head

And make me faint.

Far better then

That they’re released

On paper

Or the Internet

That I may regain

My peace.