Behind November Clouds (November I)
Behind November clouds
 the Sun
 fierce
 strong
 invincible
 Its power
 Its light
 coming through
 illuminating
 the all-grey world
 
 Behind many troubles
 your Soul
 beautiful
 strong
 whole
 Its strength
 Its radiance
 eventually
 dissolving
 the clouds
 
 Unstoppable
Aus: Hoffnungsinseln – Islands of Hope
End of December
Early this morning I heard spring:
 
 It was
 soft
 mild
 melodious
 
 And though it was a little tentative
 it was positively connected
 to the quality of opening
 
 a throat
 ears
 a mind
 
 and of loosening some contraction
in spite of cold and dark
 
 Well
 of course I know
 winter isn’t over
 at all.
 
 And yet
Aus: Hoffnungsinseln – Islands of Hope
Spring
After a silent winter of years
 somewhere in the bushes
 a small bird is testing
 its once familiar voice
 with elements of a new song
Aus: Hoffnungsinseln – Islands of Hope
The Song of Bombadil
As you are lying in the dark
 afraid, imprisoned, bleak and chilled
 there is a corner in your mind
 remembering Tom Bombadil.
 
 And as you think of his old hat
 there comes to you like sudden gift 
 the rhyme he taught you, learned by heart:
 the melody of Bombadil.
 
 And so you start to sing the tune,
 your voice is booming in the tomb
 and through the ground and the thick walls
 you hear the voice of Bombadil.
 
 In rumbling loud stones roll and fall
 then light so bright and warm you feel,
 a door appears – and suddenly
 there is again Tom Bombadil!
 
 He is all merry and all song,
 all dread is banished, disappears.
 You shout for joy and know that you never again
 forget the song of Bombadil.
Aus: Treasures in the Sunshine
Lay the treasures in the sunshine
Lay the treasures of the barrow
 in the sunshine, in the grass!
 They are not meant to stay hidden,
 rust or crumble underground.
 
 They are free for all who find them,
 to be taken with kind heart.
 Thus the barrow’s spell is broken,
 banished is the dread, the cold.
 Joy and strength and hope will flow.
Aus: Treasures in the Sunshine
The Gift
Star-glass
 precious gift
 shining brightness
 pure light
 morning token
 caught and contained in
 fountain water
 freshly sprung
 to be carried
 on your breast
 
 a light to you in darkest places
 when other lights have all gone out
 for giving strength against all menace
 for hope to grow strong in your mind
Aus: Treasures in the Sunshine