Drought

Light drizzle falls upon the yellow grass
And settles on the brittle withered leaf
Like tears of grief upon a corpse – the cause
Of death unheeded warnings, disbelief,

As if the scientist’s a raving fool
And we can act as gods to burn, pollute
And drill at will. Soon the precious pall
Of slate-grey cloud will burn away and soot

From far-off fires disperse across the earth.
I contemplate Saint Peter’s ancient words
About the conflagration of the world
And wonder if his warning will be heard.
30 Jul 26

Revelation

She looks and yet no longer sees – her eyes
Which sparked upon her husband’s touch (or flashed
With anger when he came home drunk) now sit
As muddy, lifeless pools which do not catch

The sunshine steaming through the frosted pane
Or stir upon the gentle springtime breeze,
And though they used to shimmer moistly at
My words, they gaze unfixed in senseless ease.

Yet, when I start to play her favourite hymn,
For one brief holy moment breaks forth light
And something’s seen beyond mere human sight.
4 May 26