I have always hankered after the life of the artist - including the world of the visual arts. In retirement I have the opportunity to follow that yearning.
The Humble Heart of the Craftsman
As corruption sheds its sting when seen
from lofty heights,
so humility shows its mettle
in the steady care of the gifted creator;
turning one's gaze from skilled hands
to the thi...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:29 pm
I never feel amiss, alone or as a stranger
On days when wandering amongst the trees,
When standing on the hilltop overlooking land of bountiful existence
Or looking at the life’s reflections in blue waters of the sea.
I never know rage, hate or urge of violence
At twilight times when rolling in the silky grass,
When sitting on the tree log by the brook watching appearance of...
Friday 3rd October 2014 10:31 am