It has been a while since I have written a poem. I began writing in verse at the age of seventeen – a long time ago. I was in love with life but feared its fragility. I looked up at the sky and saw God. At the time I naively thought that God taught us about himself through the intermediary of church or temple. Despite this, I realised that everyone’s relationship to God is unique – including mine. I began to write poetry to express this uniqueness. Over the years I have come to realise that church and temple are great places to have a particular sort of encounter with God. But not the only place. God is in the world, in the moment.

I hope you enjoy the poem.


God Rolls

God rolls in the middle
in
between the mountains of yesterday
and tomorrow
at the heart of the moment.

God rolls
as science scribbles 
in dust and mud,

as poets sit in circles
weaving songs into baskets
of knowledge,

as we breathe in stones
and bones
at the edge of inwardness, of hollowed
outness
not knowing how to let go, 
or how to roll. 

Life is love and open source
 - gifted. 
Adoration is superfluous
and anchors God to our
fixedness and death

- God rolls 

and we must find a way to roll 
with God 
into the middle of everything, 
into our hollowed
outness,

into love.

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