Easter’s grace

Shadow of your crown of thorns

up there on the wall

contrasted in the sunshine

and captivating all

Easter in reflection

the people bowed and prayed

silence as the Spirit moved

and precious vows were made

And kneeling in the quiet

the sun became the Son

as at Easter his forgiveness

fell there on everyone

As a solitary tear fell

with joy and perfect grace

filling every essence of

my being in that place

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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And today there were sheep

And today there were sheep
In the lower field still
jumping about and
climbing the hill
They ignored us of course
but I waved just the same
as they didn’t know
the reason we came
For today there were sheep
but sometime there are not
Sometimes it is cold
and sometimes it is hot
But we always come
because this is our grace
and together we three
are alive in this place

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Saving Grace

Slowly dusk descended
and it got really hard to see
but the birdsong in the evening sky
was great for Sal and me

And though we’ve said it here before
we really love this place
and though a broken record-like
it is our saving grace

Without it I am quite convinced
stir-crazy we would be
so it’s a special privilege
this field to weekly see

And when we left this evening
night had bled into the day
which made it kind of special
in a really lovely way

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

With Grace

Mine’s the only beach hut open
yet the sun is shining bright
The beach is quite resplendent
but there’s no one else in sight

Just me, the sea and seagulls
down there on the shore
The gentle sound of gentle waves
How could I ask for more?

So I am truly grateful
for safe haven in this place
For with it comes a joie de vivre
given free with grace

©Jemverse

Photo – Hut 101, Lancing Beach, September 2018 – Jempics

A fall from grace III

I found it on the high tide line
after a night of fire
the grand old lady of the sea
destroyed by spite and ire
Never proved but always known
her final hours presumed
the work of arsonists with flame
the pier now lost, consumed

Yet carried on an ebbing tide
along the coast to me
a memory of those boards I trod
now rescued from the sea
And though her grandeur now has gone
complete her fall from grace
Brighton’s West Pier always will
in history have a place

©Jemverse

On 28 March 2003 the pavilion at the end of the derelict West Pier in Brighton caught fire. Always presumed to have been the work of arsonists, yet never proven, it was still the final death knell for the grand old lady. Opened back in 1866 and surviving two world wars, the pier was sadly closed to the public in 1975. However, I still have fond memories of walking its promenade decks back in the 60s and early 70s. Who knows, I could have trodden the very board fragment I rescued and which now has pride of place in my back garden.

Part III of the ‘Falling from Grace’ trilogy
Part II – 7 October
Part I – 6 October

A fall from grace II

Sadly now the Bridgewater Canal
a shadow of its glory days
is almost forgotten and hidden from view
in Manchester’s streets and broadways
Now twenty-first century pubs and bars
vie for trade where once it was steel
Nightlife and partying along its towpath
hide a wound that time cannot heal

Long gone now the barges the smog and the grime
the lock gates closed up and unused
As a new generation seals the fate
of a history now lost and abused
But the wealth and prosperity cannot be ignored
which these waterways brought to this place
Its legacy there in continuing growth
in spite of its slow fall from grace

©Jemverse

Part II of the ‘Fall from grace’ trilogy
Part I – 6 October
Part III – 8 October

A fall from grace I

There’s a boat on the river
that’s sad and bereft
For I’m sorry to say
there’s not a lot of it left
Abandoned to fate
several years ago now
It’s slowly been fading
from its stern to its bow

It’s been vandalised and
set on fire once or twice
and been covered in graffiti
which of course isn’t nice
Bits of it gradually
have washed out to sea
As its structure has failed
on its final journey

Yet despite all this trouble
it remains in the place
where it was last moored
on its first fall from grace
So with the eye of my camera
and the voice of my pen
I’ll record its demise
as I pass now and then

For I don’t know how long
its salted beams will
remain visible here
so I’ll continue until
It finally disintegrates
and succumbs to the deep
can no longer be seen
and finds peaceful sleep

 

©Jemverse

Part I in the ‘Fall from Grace’ trilogy
Part II – 7 October
Part III – 8 October

When swans fly

When swans fly it is with grace
sustained with effort there
Slender necks streamlined in flight
elite and debonair

When swans fly I stand in awe
and marvel at the sound
made with their happy whooping cry
the sweetest song around

When swans fly I find myself
laughing loud with joy
Exquisite in these moments shared
since I was just a boy

When swans fly their majesty
transfers from ground to sky
As below so too above
with beauty as they fly

©Jemverse

Photo – Roisabborrar, DeviantArt, 2015

Knapweed the Greater

I have a bolthole on the beach
and you’ll often find me there
Gazing at the open sea
oft with a pensive stare

There are flowers on the shingle
Knapweed is one of these
Purple in the summer months
and a favourite for bees

They say it is the greater
and it stands with poise and grace
wearing purple on its regal crown
by the ocean in this place

©Jemverse

Bequeathed by grace

Bereft of foliage
great trees stand
proudly gracing
England’s land
There amongst
the winter green
the rolling landscape
clearly seen
And pausing here
before this view
we are completely
thrilled anew
This is England
where we live
where nature has
so much to give
And we feel a peace
when in this place
bequeathed to us
by simple grace

©Jemverse

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