Lawrence Andrew Cade

Wincanton, UK

I am the eldest of four children born September 1962 in Weybridge, Surrey. A member of a brilliantly loving and supportive family. I have varied interests, being a member of RSPB, the Bat Conservation Trust, Peoples Trust for Endangered Species, Plantlife and the British Philatelic Bureau. I developed Multiple Sclerosis when I was 23, which is now severe. Being ill has widened my philosophy on the many subjects reflected in my poetry. I have taken prescribed medication in the past to no avail. Now I use herbal remedies and vitamin supplements to help maintain my heath and prevent further deterioration.

Waiting for the Father

Sipping wine and sitting by the quayside
The old man gazes out to sea
Eating bread and sitting by the quayside
He waits so patiently.

Though ships may come and ships may go
Through the wind the rain the sleet and the snow
The oldman's gaze is fixed endlessly
Far out across the blue turquoise sea.

Mothers, fathers wrap up against the cold
From afar you watch your children grow old
It's up to the them the paths they take
It's up to them the mistakes they may make.

Now the old man is buried on the hill
But his soul is searching still
Like a statue stands guard on the quay
Watching, waiting for you and me.

Sipping wine and sitting by the quayside
I find myself gazing out to sea
My son sits quietly beside me
In his heart he's already free.

The Fox

My mind screams for freedom
Like a fox in a snare.
As I struggle and gasp gulping for air.
Though my tears may fall wasted
And my heart cry with pain,
My lord will protect me
Again and again.

A Spiritual Tiger

From deep in the forest
The mighty tiger roars, endlessly
Picking his way from one glade to another.
But wait, ahead could this be open ground?
Take a deep breath and run until your heart stops.

The Pool

The future is the present, if we but knew it;
For to experience a moment in your delicate existence,
Be not afraid to submerge to a depth
Only to surface with the wisdom of both grief and gladness.
For the quality of life compares not to the gift of life itself.