Brother Jonathan Gardner, an Urban Monk, a Follower of The Way, is passionate about celtic and mystic theology eg caol it/thin places, telling places, . He currently lives in London, England
A selection of my poems is here on Poemhunter, even more can be read at: http: //archive.typepad.com/
I saw God today, as I left the train.
A teenager helped a stranger carry a shopping bag,
He took the strain.
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Into the void His word went forth.
What was not. Is!
Light and life accompanied His utterances
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Wonder sees beyond the physical world,
With eyes beyond eyes.
Wonder makes us still and tremble in awe
As we consider our lowliness and humility of heart.
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Praying night and day, from her being, her core,
Poor, poor Hannah cried out.
Praying out loud, until hoarse, until she could verbalise no more,
Persistently, she continued.
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Invisible barriers of silica stand,
Between luminescence and me.
Nickel oxide and cobalt, too,
Bathe many carbon bundles in waves of blue.
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