poetry [compassion]: stilling storms

by Keith Wallis   Mary, outside a tomb, carrying ointments and a storm of grief, hears the voice that calmed the waters in tones of comfort: ‘Be still and know that I am God’.   At an Emmaus home, over broken bread, in a storm of confusion, hear the voice that calmed...

poetry [compassion]: safety

by Keith Wallis   A lifetime ago traffic’s roaring battlefield held me death row captive, nowhere to hide, no way to survive. I turned my back to oblivion awaiting the inevitable stamp of death. A moment ago the future was a closed book the past – another...