believe believed belief
bereave bereaved bereft
how a word a thought changed to another
the day you left
belief
Athletes look out at us
The athletes stand tall, pale in their colours, stare straight from their calmness towards us, eyes a challenge to one of us, to all of us, the blood-hot kick inside the cool-blooded head.
Still others stand tall, and taller still, in blue fields, on grey docks, they gaze a far distance, eyes bright with the glimpse of gold silver rainbows beyond the horizon behind us.
All are heroes, all stand tall. In their eyes there is belief. Belief in us.
I believed him
Imagine a sad voice.
The saddest thing you’ve ever heard in the saddest voice you’ve ever heard.
Feel your heart tear.
Hear the words ‘But I believed him….’