Category: Poems
ONE PLANET, ONE PEOPLE
IN REMEMBRANCE OF BRIAN HOLLEY
Our dear friend and colleague Brain Holley died on Thurs 8th May 2025 at St Michael’s Hospice. In this post we will share some inspirations, appreciations and quotes from those in our group who knew him as well as links to the books he wrote and left as a legacy for us.
THE ONENESS OF MANKIND
Hiroshima Day 6th August 2024
On Tuesday 6th August I represented Herefordshire Interfaith among a number of people commemorating the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Each year we meet at the cherry tree planted in Hereford cemetery and on most years the sun is shining as it was in Hiroshima on that fatal day. Tuesday was no exception.
EASTER RESURRECTION
Children’s Poems on the Theme of Reflection
Reason and Heart
LISTEN
Listen to the stillness.
So still, my heart is hesitating lest the next beat should be sacrilege.
Summons
Last night I dreamed
ten thousand grandmothers
from the twelve hundred corners of the earth
walked out into the gap
one breath deep
between the bullet and the flesh
ONE PLANET, ONE PEOPLE
IN REMEMBRANCE OF BRIAN HOLLEY
Our dear friend and colleague Brain Holley died on Thurs 8th May 2025 at St Michael’s Hospice. In this post we will share some inspirations, appreciations and quotes from those in our group who knew him as well as links to the books he wrote and left as a legacy for us.
THE ONENESS OF MANKIND
Hiroshima Day 6th August 2024
On Tuesday 6th August I represented Herefordshire Interfaith among a number of people commemorating the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Each year we meet at the cherry tree planted in Hereford cemetery and on most years the sun is shining as it was in Hiroshima on that fatal day. Tuesday was no exception.
EASTER RESURRECTION
Children’s Poems on the Theme of Reflection
Reason and Heart
LISTEN
Listen to the stillness.
So still, my heart is hesitating lest the next beat should be sacrilege.
Summons
Last night I dreamed
ten thousand grandmothers
from the twelve hundred corners of the earth
walked out into the gap
one breath deep
between the bullet and the flesh