‘Of all things’, says the Nicene Creed,

‘visible and invisible’,

thus PD joins created list,

so if God’s there, an answer please?

Maybe that’s part, invisible,

my body’s intake as a youth,

too much x, or not enough y,

some algebra as bones were knit?

I was, they say, known fore the womb –

there tell-tale signs towards the tomb?


It shook me up when told the news,

met freezing point, stepped out of line;

life’s pace a drag, trained journeyman,

deck shuffle, cards, gamboling lad.

My launch pad, foot ball firmly pressed,

no anchor, steady as she goes.

It tips the balance, taking stance;

the mason’s path, less set in stone,

meet greeting, handshake, then it’s known.

Used by permission of the author.

Stephen Kingsnorth

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had over ...more