It cuts like any sword but more finely.
But still we are restive.
And missing his presence , lonely.
I have again started to paint.
Mystical abstract water colours.
We know we will never be a saint.
But we can still find solace creating for others.
There are so many ways of witnessing.
And sometimes a picture can do just as well.
As long as we keep trying.
And we realise it will never sell.
And so we keep painting.
























