A miscellaneous assortment of poems and things

A sketchy one - written at City Life church 18.05.09 (mostly)

We stand in a new fold of glory-
a fractured finding:
A concentrated yellow
like daffodils in Spring-
blaring their naked trumpets.
Dynamism of life beginning;
a constant ecstacy-
fire and rage and verbs,
a deeper, fuller meaning
to turn the soul.
Feel for a new seed
under the ground; down
waiting in the quiet dark,
for light and warmth
to surprise the heartand beckon in the dawn.