by Stephen Paul Wren
Like a breath that comes and goes by never to be seen or cuddled not here but in Heaven one day where all the breaths are collected. All the lives that flutter close by His mane. His throne. All the breaths add their own piece and their own peace. Little threads of golden life fuse with the breaths giving new lives, new liberties. New choruses for all mornings.
Dr Stephen Paul Wren was educated at Cambridge and worked as an industrial chemist before transitioning back into academia at Oxford. He joined Kingston University in September 2018 where he works as a Senior lecturer. Stephen’s poetry can be read here.