The birch, the wind and the returning King – A poem by Rev Daniel Robertson The birch, the wind and the returning King Gilded in silvery bark that’s paper smooth, the dancing birch, lost in wonder finds its groove. Green, yellow, orange, gold-leafed and flecked with light, A choreographed forest of delights. Bowed down low, then branch and bough to the sky, Gone with the wind in plentiful supply, … Read More
What’s the story? – A poem by Rev Daniel Robertson What’s the story? In the beginning the story proceeds: Out of vacuous void and darkest deep. Comes a spark, a bang, chicken, egg or seed? Quite the primordial soup that steeped! “A singularity occurred,” Chorus the material girls and boys, “But a loving first-move maker – absurd!” But what if a song sings through … Read More
