Valentines revisited

What do we make of, well yeah, Valentines, the day of red hearts, flowers and chocolate and wine
It doesn’t look so fluffy and sweet and divine, when you think of the ruthless pursuit, of-the-bottom-line
How did a day praising love and connection, come to be such a brash profit-driven confection?
How did a theme of such beauty and soul, in a money-ruled world occupy such a role?
See how the environment’s also given birth, to a reckoning with how we now impact the earth
It costs a great deal both to grow and to ship, flowers that next day may end up on a tip
It’s not just the day’s not to everyone’s taste; with the cards and the packaging, there’s a whole lot of waste;
We’re split how we view Valentines, it’s a mix, for some the whole day can’t be over too quick
Is it cuddles and kisses and breakfast in bed? For others the day evokes nothing but dread
But how might it be if we looked a bit deeper, I hazard there’s truth out there, though it’s a ‘sleeper’
It’s ironic, to celebrate love secret, concealed – when the best love of all, that was hidden – ‘s now revealed
A love we might run from, and hide and ignore, a love that invites, and ignites, that’s a door
Through which any one of us can step through and find, a comfort enfolding, embracing and kind
And so on a day that can be hit or miss, whether you love it or loathe it, it’s worth hearing this:
There’s a love that like hawk on the wing reaches far – that seeks out and can save you, whoever you are.

For BBC local radio & other interested stations. Image by rzierik at Pixabay

Winter Olympics poem

The Winter Olympics – yes we’re off to Beijing, and not without controversy, which’ll certainly add zing
There are two things quite frankly I find fascinating, there might well be more, but I won’t keep you waiting:
I’m struck by the wintry beauty out there, iced mountains alone give me joy, to be fair
And there’s nothing like forested pristine snow slopes, to awaken strange longings, lost joys, even hopes
But the other thing that strikes me’s the drive to excel, the exertion of humans doing something so well
A bob sled like bullet, hurtling along, the speeds it can reach will just strike you as ‘wrong’
And few things compare to a skier, whip fast, hunched over and focused, like lightning speed past
I’m in awe of those skaters and the shapes that they make, and the ones who in lycra race right round a lake
I feel that this urge to excel, this desire, to stretch, push, is somehow God-given, this fire
And though I am called to a different quest, I still feel that tug to give my all and my best
And the thing that helps most, from within and above, is a sense of acceptance, that’s rooted in love
I hold the conviction, deep down and within, that God’s for us, and in the best sense, wants us to ‘win’.

For BBC local radio. Image by Pexels at Pixabay