Sonnet

Lord let me know your ways.
Lord teach me your paths.
For all my days.
Remembering Lourdes’ holy baths.

The Japanese Garden.
Winter twilight in Holland Park.
It’s five, time for the closing warden.
It’s nearly dark.

Gone are the crowds.
Slow swimming koi, timeless rocks.
Rushing water, slowing clouds.
Shreds of snow, a London fox.

As He was walking he saw Andrew and Simon casting their net.
For they were fishermen.
In this calm place no need to fret.
The shadows lengthen, a trace of quiet zen.

But do I seek His spiritual net too.
Am I ready to be caught too.

Haiku

Slow swimming koi
Rushing clear stream timeless rocks
Now no need to fret.