Prayer iv

emptiness envelop me
vaporise my scenery
blow windy through all
that I believe
not just a frosty blue
mountain mist unlifting
but also the honey warmth
cup of the sun in cloud break
– the gift of flight

A. H / K. H-H (27th April 2020)

prayer iii

i don’t wish to trump your love of anything with mine
to give a false security, pseudo-ownership

i only wish to celebrate my own divine
and open heart spaces in which we all may shine

AKH (7th April 2020)

spotlight on . . . prayer

Make of yourself a light
– Buddha

i’ve always loved to watch the light
although darkness claims my shame
it is to light that I have turned
my night a grieving shield from hurt
dungeon to conceal myself, punish,
bringing only worse, cell for the frozen,
hiding from light’s encompassment,
mourning a drift on its lossless sea
of love

we must forgive ourselves
and each other . . .
our faults intrinsic
shadow-traps to our best makings
only define me whilst i refuse
to turn to sea, again . . .

A. H / K. H-H (19th September and 13 October 2018)

in the summer months of 2018 I read Luminous Light by Jacob Israel Liberman which was lovely, though I’m cautious about saying much he says, I know less, but he’s radical on it and it thoroughly stimulated me considering these possibilities and light, it filtered into lots of my writing in a summer of the start of a lot of reassessment. later i came across Buddha’s last words again . . .

it was published in Survivors’ Poetry’s Poetry Express newsletter number 54.

and was originally posted here – prayer

XX (’19)

the sunlit moments pass
then and then again
i came to speak of breath
returned in a garden
yet the sunlit moments pass
even pleasantry deflection
from the task
first, not to mask
then dare divine
now, on this garden path
true heart’s reflection

K. H-H / A. H (13th May 2019)

Untitled iii (’19)

Oh Word, protect me from the words
of those so sure of your sense
to claim their limited vocabulary
your State, not the great unboundariedness

A. H / K. H-H (4 February 2019)

Prayer, 19 December 2018

grant me or may i grant myself
respite in a moment
and in that moment’s play
come toward knowing
some in all
enough so that i may give it freely
a special sort of key
that doesn’t have to open
any claim at all

a smile without a reason
scent of roses in the street
shine on a muddy puddle
kindness in an argument
faith when faced with hardness
those green eyes once encountered
the smell of a day as it is born

the year is dying

bring me fire, wine a dancing throng
pyre piled dead wood high
pruned hard this seasons’s dormant depth
light’s long labour so begun
a twinkle in our eyes
we mark in hope this dark gestation

this poem is continued here


near deepest darkness
years of growth cut back, attacked
not academic
to wonder of light’s rebirth
pray true gleams coming may yet thrive

(c) A. Hurford / K. H-H (2 December 2018)

Prayer ii

sometimes its like the light is speaking
though let’s be cautious of that
not words, nor even suggestions
playing in the water shower’s head
something confirming
read more here


Make of yourself a light                                                          – Buddha i’ve always loved to watch the light although darkness claims my shame it is to light that I have turned…