Naming God
Spring is becoming,
and the sap is on the move.
Thoughts acquire new muscle of green;
forget-me-nots are blooming –
the infinite made urgent.
Let us kneel before the primroses
and think of death. Without it,
where all this life?
Winter is no tyrant. It is the mother
laying herself down for her child.
Gideon Heugh
Gideon Heugh 