Setting

I never used to write even a line of poetry.

In fact, I would go in the other direction:

avoid it unless there was no escape.

Then one evening I saw a programme about a poet from Wales.

Hearing one of his poems - and the music that accompanied it -

generated a song that would not stop until I sat down and wrote

a poem that very night.

A poem called Hallencoly Hill that became part of the collection known as Dances, Towers, Hills and Skies.

But there were some poems not included in the first book; that, combined with others from that time,

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became what is now the Second Collection:

Places, Attempts and Inspirations.

Lets Begin :)

Harken

Harken not to the sleep of end,

Nor to the life that does not mend

Wander near, yet not too far.

To the bounds where the Pied Rattlers are.

All can be lost. Yet more can be gained.

Isn’t that what they tell you;

Those who have played the game.

Listen to the One who knows unimaginably

more than you.

Seek his Counsel. His Wisdom.

His Grace and Comfort.

Seek Him First and Seek Him still.

And do not fear, for He seeks after You.