My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: God

  • What if?

    I tried to imagine the Easter story in the Bible as if Jesus hadn’t completed what he came to do. What if he hadn’t died? How would that change everything? The very first Easter, in my dream,The Lord God didn’t dieHe lived on earth so perfectlyAnd then, I don’t know why,When he could have saved… Read.

  • For P -with love

    Sometimes we get a chance to say goodbye and thank you. I did, in a letter. She wasn’t a relative but I had always known her. Happy first Mother’s Day in heaven. She talked so muchI could not get a word inBut she lived aloneSo she needed to shareShe talked about folksAs if I had… Read.

  • Not an elegy

    The other day my dad said he wanted to give me a gift now and not wait for me to receive it when he or my mum are no longer here. How lovely.And I thought how often we do this with words. We save some of our finest speeches to be spoken in remembrance of… Read.

  • Once more

    Once more we are safely through the nightOnce more safely throughAnd the birds do sing in the sky againLike we expect them toAnd once more part the clouds againPermitting the sun to shineAllowing the ground to breathe againThe darkness to resignOnce more the buds do form againThe shoots break from the earthOnce more we feel… Read.

  • Finding purpose

    It was about this time last year that I had that thought again, the one that says, “You should have done better. You must think about how you can improve.” It could be about any number of things, but this was about a familiar one: teaching. I qualified as a primary teacher in the 1990s,… Read.

  • Christmas thoughts (Note to self)

    I get so caught up in the stuff of Christmas. I know what really matters about it – love, family, the nativity. I mean I really do believe in the first Christmas – that our world was forever changed when the son of God was born to us at Bethlehem. But I still get so… Read.

  • Waiting rooms

    I have had the covid this week, in all the humidity. Some days are just about the waiting…. Waiting for the cool air to returnAnd bring a breezeWaiting for the chance to sleep againWith much more easeWaiting for a dawning light to cheerThe heavy heartFor the day that brings an endTo all our time apartWaiting… Read.

  • Ridiculous

    My ridiculous heartOnly wants what it willWith no thought of how it will endI hunger for danger, excitement or riskIt’s no good that I should pretendI’d say I am wiseBut I know it’s not trueAnd I often fall flat on my faceAnd so I am gratefulForever so gladFor the one who poured on meHis grace Read.

  • Why I pray

    I was brought up in a Christian home and as a child I knew to pray to Jesus and to trust in him. At Easter, on the Sunday, we would celebrate in church the resurrection of Jesus’ from the dead. But today, the Saturday, the day between death and resurrection, I thought I would add… Read.

  • Robin

    Recently, whenever I have gone for a walk, there has been a robin somewhere along the way. I think they are the most delightful and resilient of birds. They deserve a poem, I think. To the robin trilling cheerilyWhy is it that you sing?Is it because you’re sureYou have no need of anything?Your nest is… Read.

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