AboutLife

Squeezed through airy branches o'er my head
Sunlight casts strange shadows on the ground
New mown grass...short cut...my verdant bed
Thoughts are drifting thoughts...none too profound
Cross hatched by shadow-lines...tree traceries
Like Gulliver of old I seem tight bound
fastend by shadow-ropes and earthly thoughts
Most of which are feeble...frail...unsound
This self indulgent will that follows me

Society's pillars crumble while we play
Our rulers lie and cheat to fill their purse
The thought of godliness brings great unease
And shame like some dark garment covers all
Our nation's wounds are only lightly healed
And pride has forced the truth far from our wills
Both stately head and governmental rule
No longer stand for good but rather ill
Honesty and godliness are gone

The nations have been led away from Christ
By leaders...scornful...seeking other gods
Blind guides who lead us in rebellious routes
Whose 'freedoms' bring into captivity
All God wants to do to set men free
Lettered men...but fettered men
Brazen...brash...embittered men
Whose mordant swords are never in their sheath
Whose use displays an acerbic soul beneath

Behind the beach where sandstone cliffs stand tall
Up...up on Kurion's shelf above the bay
Where once Rome ruled and laughed and loved awhile
We thought to walk...the sun was warm that day

Far down below...the beach bent in a bow
The path a string...that touched both top and tail
And people...ant-like...moved but at a crawl
Not poeple really...just some dots...detail

I struggled with this thought
How can love be defined?
What lofty definition might
If I could find the inner light
Explain in some way ultra-bright
The answer that I sought

Intent... I battled on
Desperate and dim
This thing that throbbed within my brow
Was giving me a headache now
And did it matter anyhow
Or had I lost the plot?

Effortless they linger in the air
Brushless beauty...changing all the while
Perfect patterns...complex...curious...curve
Whorls and lazy loops...astound...beguile

Rising from a tallow finger-form
Lifting...lolling...sauve and debonair
Wax...wick warmed...not long ago aglow
Candle-pictures quite beyond compare

Masterworks of men hang in the Louvre

As each wave recedes the pebbles aggrieved
Voice dissent with a grumble and groan
Feeling somewhat harassed try to settle at last
But the waves just won't leave them alone

What to them is a pest and leaves them distressed
Effects them in ways they can't tell
As with each surge they're tossed there's a rough bit that's lost
And they're polished each time by the swell

Wherever there's a soul that's quenched
The golden glow has gone
Some stalwart saint embattled so
Unable to shine on
And darkness would at every turn
Advantage seek to press
Inherent in it's nature is
Desire to cause distress

Tis then The Candlemaker comes
Bends low where there is grief
Weeps with compassion o'er the lost
Breathes into them His peace

My old employer was fastidious
And for all the deeds I'd done
He said he'd recompense me
For each and every one

Methodical...meticulous
Painstakingly precise
He masked my sin so cleverly
I didn't realise

My deposit box was bulging
But then I caught my breath
For in letters large across it
Was stamped one small word...'Death!'

Snow dusted hills...great guardians of the hinterland
Winter-stark against a cloud stacked sky
Unflinching...bear the heavens on powdered pates
While Providence...unseen...spreads everywhere
Yet sightless souls void of the Spirit's tpuch
Are sadly unaware
Though windless tress with spindly branches bare
Lift ready arms in praise

Shadows...casual...lazy-long...silent- settle on the fields