I watch the birds

I watch the birds
Wash of cloud moving across
A deepening grey sky,
I bear my cross.
Courage is what these
Times are hungry for
Not medication and television
To keep us ‘soft’ and silenced.
There are jewels beneath
Our depression and distress
That we can only find
Through opening to feel
And move through,
Dig deep to the find
Not hide and plaster on
More busyness, more
Distractedness, more smothering
Of who we are

Wednesday 28th January 2015