Quaker Meeting

Quaker Meeting

  Silence No sound. Presence permeates space, gentles anxiety, Lifts all our stumblings From the week that’s past and offers us new possibilities. We hold each other in this tender Light, and know Julian of Norwich spoke the truth, “All will be well.”...
On the Labyrinth of Life

On the Labyrinth of Life

On the labyrinth of life There are no dead ends Just keep going Into the centre Then out to the edge Into the centre For silence, stillness, grace Then out to the edge With the voice you’ve heard And the courage you’ve been given On the labyrinth of life You can’t...

The Australian Eden

The Australian Eden Norman Talbot   It’s a rum sort of Garden of Eden With its bushfires, its floods, and its drought, But the Kooris have dwelt here since time began And they never were thrown out. When the Snake came tempting Australia’s Eve In the...

North Arm Cove (Port Stephens) Revisited  

 Elegy for Walter Walkey Coming to a dead end I get out of the car and look over the shore. It is low tide. Flat-bottomed boats lie becalmed on the mud, the inky-blue waves nipped to white by the west wind’s cold. A teenage kid drives in bumpy circles round a...

Short Ministeries

Spirit of Equality A rare commodity Can you find it? The answer is nearby. It’s measured in time You have for each other When you see eye to eye. Forget about money Forget about fame Treasure the moments Fleeting or long When you see eye to eye. It may be someone you...