“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” (John Keats)

A little piece of

Heaven

Fallen to the Earth

Lightness made

Heavy

In the

Transubstantiation

Of birth

Kindled from the

Darkness

Sung into being

From

An infinite

Shining no-thing

Thrown-blown

Ringing-round

Singing

Bringing

Divinity

Free from useless

Suffering

Though you must be

Beset

With pain from

Time to time

No one has the

Power to let you

Down

Yet it be in your

False expectation of

Them

That applies equally

To your view of you

My lovely bones!

Find your way

Among the cherry

Blossom paths

Riding the apple carts

‘down the rivers of the

windfall light’

See clearly and be

That soulful defender

Hector!

And to Hell with the

Consequences

Sow without care

Of reaping

Keeping

Faith with

Broad-shouldered

Earth

Love from Daddy xx