Buddha head

The fall hasn't erased
The smile of the buddha head
The dark face
Doesn't show
The hairline crack
That runs across it
One suddenly feels contrite
For having dropped him mindlessly
Apologises everytime one looks at him
Is this how inanimate objects
Turn animate, intimate
Companions in the loneliness
That time brings with time
Make us child-like again
Seeing life in the lifeless
Feeling for things
That are no more things.      

Home

Those who have left
What do they tell us
That the dead do not rise
In the way we want
Though resurrection
Happens all around us
All the time
The daughter realises
The mother's dream
As if she was born with it
The son is as feisty
As his grandmother
Though he has never seen her
Death cannot take away everything
The one who died on the cross
Was he the one who reappeared
Lighting the flame in every heart
Which had had enough of the darkness
And showing the way home
To those who really wanted to go home.

Priceless

What have we lost
That we grieve so much,
Who can help us
If we can't remember
What it was,
Was it all a dream
That was so real
That on waking
We thought we lost something
As priceless as a home;
We know we must search for
What we lost
Where we lost it
Can we go to sleep
And wake up in the dream
To find what we lost.