Inspirational poems and spiritual poems arrive unannounced in my head. The first line may bump around for a short while til I actually sit down and write, then
the words usually flow with ease from my pen and with little concsious thought, rather as honey flows from a spoon. It is as if they seek to be acknowledged
A friend of mine with a talent rare
Is endeavouring his gifts to share
On wider plane than mere locality
His inspiration drawn from spirituality
The portrait often from his pencil flows
Is not a drawing of somone he knows
Nor does it come from his imagination
But known to someone in a congregation
Not drawn from sitters or photos viewed
Spiritually inspired we must conclude
Loved one, friend, colleague, neighbour
Wish to be remembered through his labour
Not to upset, but to reassure and heal
Those persons to whom this face is real
Perhaps comfort needed, words unspoken
Loving thoughts symbolised by this token
Pauline Oliver
My friend would dearly love to place these pictures and will let you have the original pencil drawing in return for copy of a photograph of the
person, to verify his work.
Edwin is setting up a blog to share more of his inspirational drawings. Meanwhile, if you recognise any of these
pictures, please get in touch via the form at the bottom of this page.
To a Daughter
Lest you fear I have gone forever
Know this not to be so
For I am deep within your heart
And I will never go
That part of you that is part of me
Will know this to be true
No oceans now keep us apart
For I am there with you
Such closeness merely a whisper
A shimmer of golden light
A heartbeat of recognition
In the stillness of the night
The loving ties that bind us
Can never be undone
For I am you and you are me
And we are just as one
My love for you is greater
Than words could ever say
Know now that I travel with you
Each and every day
Pauline Oliver
Unbeknown to me at the time of writing this poem, following the loss of her mother, my friend found comfort in the shafts of moonlight that entered her room. This poem is dedicated to Kathryn and her mother 'Curls.'
One Year Anniversary
Could it really be one year has passed
Since that mournful day I saw you last
Sometimes my mind says it was yesterday
I question why you could not stay
My heart still broken yet joyful too
Those cherished memories of me and you
The sweetest most precious in all my days
Your spirit beautiful in a thousand ways
So take my love, jouney safe and free
You won my heart, I gave it thee
Together entwined, shall our love be
Forever and forever I wait for thee
Pauline Oliver
Grief is such a powerful emotion and time plays tricks on the mind. You want the pain to end and you want your life back, and yet guilt raises its ugly head
when you realise that time has passed so quickly and you don't thnk about that special someone quite as often.
This poem is dedicated to that one tiny moment of 'letting go.' It is a brief moment of acceptance of the circle of life.
Desperately Seeking
The signpost isn't clear you say
Don't know what's up ahead
Not sure what you are searching for
You'd best wait here instead
Time marches by and a thousand feet
Tread 'cross this very place
Many return this way much later
With a smile upon their face
Though some may be tired and down at heel
It did not meet their expectations
Regrets are few and far between
They've so many other destinations
Pauline Oliver
This reminds me oneof those unscheduled coach outing stops where you decline to visit the local place of interest, only to have everyone tell you, on their return, how much you have missed. Is there something in life you're missing out on
by 'staying with the coach' or standing at the signpost ...doing nothing?
Richard (Jock) Archbold died in 1951 of a massive
heart attack aged just 32. His wife and
children continued their planned emigration
to New Zealand and live there to this day.
