The One Pound Coin
Struggling with shopping bags,
and my walking stick,
I smiled at the young man,
as he crouched there by Clintons,
with cap on the floor,
Begging.
Our eyes met, till he looked away.
But the guilt was mine as I,
mumbling excuses walked on.
With the difference between us
Not our postures,
but the pound I did not give.
Mike Searle
February 20, 2010
Easter Dawns
Easter dawns again.
The ugly truth about a
Man and a God,
Our God,
The one true God,
Ripped apart
Not by a dog,
Or a pack of dogs,
But by those made in his own image.
We try to look.
Try to understand,
Through the mist of time.
Was there a real risk of failure?
Could it have all gone horribly wrong?
We cannot grasp how high the stakes were.
Only let Easter dawn in our hearts again
And respond to love that knows no end.