these many voices build to one great unity of being, what are we? where are we going? they call, they cry, they sing, these voices pierce through all defence to the smiling heart of mystery.
your voice is inspiration beyond words, insistent, repeated, urgent. i stand among the gravestones trying to see you but cannot – that yew conceals you too well. under the yew, beyond the railings, people walk, run, ride bikes, carry children, push prams, lead dogs and chatter to each other or to their phones – not […]