Biography of Jean Renwick
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Our frailties are invincible, our virtues barren;
The battle goes sore against us to the going down of the sun.
Robert Louis Stevenson
(PULVIS ET UMBRA fr. Across the Plains)
Wandering between two worlds, one dead
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
(fr. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse)
Jean Renwick Poems
You And I
Your smile lights up my world like the sun lights up our earthly one and my heart sings out in joy. For I have found you, or you me.
Time For Peace
The love of time and the grief of time, the harmony of life and life in change. Dead eyes have loved and changed. In the grief of time I hide:
One Day Left
Make love in a rainforest, Make love in the snow; Through a storm in a graveyard That’s how it would go.
I love travelling o’er hills and dipping into valleys, Moving across mountains and sweeping plains. I love resting in the shadows and reflections of sunlight in hidden caves. But nothing can compare to the brimming lake of liquid sweetness
Woman Of Troy
Woman of Troy − You cause what’s called the Sin of the World Have mercy on me.
Behind the glitter, the laughter, the make-up Something lies bitter and bizarre A cast of characters outside God’s creation. Under the bright, wry smile of a low-slung moon
I Can'T Explain
I can’t explain… The feelings I have for you: expansive, yet all encompassing. the trust but vulnerability before you.
Remember when we first met Conversation was an easy flow. I was used to keeping my hurt well hid But you drew out parts of me I’d tried to forget
To write the saga of a dying soul one must feel it, deep in the hollowness of the body. That which causes anguish, joy, detachment and passion
We went for a stroll, you and I Under the blue, through the green. The sun was only low in the sky All the freshness of the morning to be seen.
Will you hear me if i whisper “I love you”? Words drifting across the unconventional space between us. I knew you before I met you how dear you would be to me.
The clarity of mind the purity of spirit the strength of body the passionate soul
I feel despair descend upon me like the black cloak of darkness. Oh! The rage, helplessness; grief that brings pain and emptiness. It settles deep inside and expands and grows to be all consuming. I look but do not see,
As love spirals down into darkness I am to be lost with it. You accept my love, my soul, my dreams And when you leave, this my life, leaves with you.
Why does life go on
when all Hell has broken loose within?
If all around has been lost,
losing one’s self becomes the last barrier to death.
One wonders how the mind conjures up emotion.
How the attachment in the mind grows once
that of the body is severed.