Seven score chords there are in music The octave of every score, Which is ever in harmony, Enchants in calm Enchants in storm Enchants all there is. In heaven above there is One Who knows the harmonies
I was a string in the harp of enchantment for nine years. In water I was the spume. I was a sponge in the fire. I am not one who does not sing. I am Taliesin
The beginning of this year I thought we needed some love and inspiring poetry to see us through the dark months, the pouring rain, cloudy skies and more lock down restrictions. Thank you to Christine Watkins for translating Mererid Hopwood’s poem for us. Thank you to Eugene Skeef, Mary Oliver and John O’Donohue for words of light and hope.
And if there is closing, there is opening,
And if there is far, there is near.
And if there is a cell, there is a great hall,
And if there is night, there is daybreak,
And if there is despair, there is hope.
And if there is fear, there is courage,
And if there is a scar, there are tender stitches,