Passing Away

golden ash


Autumnal glory, haloed gold,

Crown of splendour from of old;

Dying embers, kingdom come,

Truthful speech from ashen drum.


sideways sunflower


















Nodding golden halo-crown,

Petals wrapped in dressing-gown

Curtsy low and, praying, bend

To usher in the Summer’s end.

Angel Halo

Such fragile construction,

this whisper-thin membrane

between you and the Light.

Nothing robust here.

You cannot boast of a strength of your own making.


your veins revealing the life-pulse beating in their wispy confines,

you boldly invite Sun into your membranes.

It captures your whole, and,

radiating within,



weaving a texture through your substance,

baptizes you with

angel halo…

“My power is all you need.  My power works best in weakness.”  II Corinthians 12:9 NLT