My late grandfather the Rev. Edward Keyes, was a rural parish priest, a poet and a composer.
He had deep sensitivity for the human condition, for the quiet beauties of nature, and for the mysteries of transcendence.
These priorities spill out in two volumes of poetry, published late in his life: Intimations and A Few Late Leaves.
I find myself returning to these poems time and again, particularly as I have begun writing poetry myself in a more sustained way. It is a wonderful treasure trove: an intimate form of connection with a man I only knew in childhood, but with whom I feel deep affinity as an adult.
It has been precious to have such a window into his internal world, one which, as I grow older, seems to be furnished more and more similarly to my own.
I have made recordings of some of my favourite poems, which I share here: