My Heart is too Big for my Pacemaker

This short of book of poems is written by a long-term resident of the Sufi centre at Chisholm House in the Scottish Borders. The poems are all short and direct with a beautiful evocative tone and simplicity of language. I can do no better than quote one here and find space for one or two others elsewhere in this issue:

EARLY

Sweet calmness in the early hours before dawn

Black Velvet sky is starless tonight and an air of comfort enfolds the possibility of a glorious day my mind once again at rest

Soon these hours will pass and the hum of busy comings and goings of the day will begin

This time is magical before the fray, peace fills the room sweet calmness in the early hours before dawn

A precious gift