My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: love

  • What will you leave behind?

    What will you leave behind as you go?I hope I leave only footprintsWhere I have journeyedNot the scratch of graffiti On the lives that touched mineNor the rotting stench of bad attitudeOr ugly behaviourLittering the paths I trodI cannot tellI fear there are wounds I have givenI wish I might with kindnessWipe them awayBut gentleness… Read.

  • When I sleep

    Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.

  • Friendship is love

    I do not want to hold your handBut I am glad if you haveA hand to holdI may not wish you were mineAll aloneBut I wish you so happyI do not want you toGaze into my eyesBut to stand beside meTo admire the same viewI hope you are safeWarmFedLovedAnd if you are notLet me hold… Read.

  • Happy Birthday

    I wished your birthday happyIn the quietness of my heartWho knows if things are measured in yearsIn heavenIf you still mark the beginning of your time on earthOr if it is more seemly to keep a record Of your arrival there?And I wonder if you knowHow those who loved youStill count the daysSince you were… Read.

  • I took my scalpel to a poem

    I asked myself one day what made a poem a poem. I might have done better to ask other people, obviously, because it turns out I don’t know!! I decided it might well be a mystery, and also rather subjective – a bit like asking “What is worthy of being called art?” I took my… 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.

  • Weathered love

    I want lived-in loveThe hot heat of romance burns itself outBut the quiet strength of weathered loveHas something moreLove that has sat upon a tempestuous seaOf sorrow or troubleThat has desperately wept at hopelessnessOr sickness long sufferedBut has risen still with the dawnAnd with deliberate fresh devotionThis is loveThis outlasts, outstrips the sprint of early… Read.

  • Bird

    She started like a birdAt the sound of his voiceAnd sunshine seemed brighterAs she did soAnd those who were close byEnvied the one who couldTouch her soul soAnd by and byHer nervous flutteringWas calmed by that same voiceUntil one day she stood Beside him peacefulDressed in whiteSunshine sparkling with joyAnd still her soul sang loudestWhenever… 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.

  • Tender Poisson

    Cod you tell me how you really feel?It’s just I bream of you every nightSome inkling of your feelings would be whelkomeWe skate around each otherBut never bare our solesDon’t clam up pleaseMullet over if you need toThen head on over to my plaiceI’d hake to let this tender poisson flounder Read.

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