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The Unseen Battle...

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:13:13 -0800

The sky holds menace...threatening...ominous-grey
And like the distant sound of coughing guns
Thunder interspersed with ragged light
Rumbles on...and wind-borne fades away

Darkness rent asunder...heaven alive
And sheets of blackness hang where they've been torn
The cosmic chaos tips this way and that
Gigantic forces...rend...and heave...and strive

Against such unleashed power how can we stand?

The Song of the Water-Lappers ...

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 01:40:12 -0800

They ripple with laughter and frolic with glee
And all the while singing salt-songs of the sea
Translucent in sunshine...times blue and times grey
As they ebb and they flow in their parallel way

They evade being caught quite effortlessly
By paddling children...they just slip away
For they cannot be hindered...their objective’s to reach

Musings near Limassol....

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 02:38:04 -0800

White dressed houses pepper here and there
Sprinkled...as from some gigantic pot
Salting the hillsides...seasoning the scene
This view from a Cypriot hill that time forgot

Gnarled stunted trees cling fast to sparse clad slopes
A limestone scrubland...elemental-dry
The shimmering far-lands...heat-hazed quiver till
Their optic antics fool the straining eye

Clay....

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 02:19:50 -0800

There's a strange thing under the sun...I guess
That countless Christians need confess
We're nothing more and nothing less
Than just a lump of clay

When we put on our Sunday best
And smile at all to show we're blest
The truth is that...I know you've guessed
We're just a lump of clay

As on life's wheel we're prodded...pressed
Which potter comes at our behest

The Golden Calf

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:16:18 -0700

Lacklustre...jaded...boring...bland
We've piped for you
But yet you have not danced
In Baal-like servitude we've bowed our knee
While you it seemed looked on...askance

Your glitter is not gold
Your unholy gloss will lead us straight to Hell
What evil holds us in your thrall?
If truth we tell...and tell we must
You are no god at all!

Invested...money...time

Cross Words are Kind Words...

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 12:03:44 -0700

I completely agree…It’s an anomaly
Cross words are kind words…Now how can this be?
For cross words are barbed…to injure…defame
To cause discomfiture…embarrassment…shame

You’re right! Absolutely! That’s just what they do
Or did…before Christ as my Saviour I knew

Awake! ...

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 15:05:02 -0700

Awake! The morning's herald is abroad
Shake off the residue of drowsiness
Dawn rises up and witnesses for God
Declares His name...Abiding Faithfulness

Awake! Cast off night's shackles...magnify...
The King...The time of audience is here
Before the rude world lures you from this task
Approach... His Spirit calls you to draw near

Awake! Rejoice! His mercy is renewed

Scolty's Hill...

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 12:22:49 -0700

We took a walk today on Scolty's hill
For at this time of year warm days are few
But Autumn...in the kindlly way she does
Permitted Spring...it seemed...to filter through

The notion to stay put was overcome
This providential treat had proved too much
We packed a hasty picnic...flasks of tea
A book or two...binoculars and such

How good sometimes to leave the city's maw

A Living Poem

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 14:38:53 -0700

The morning heralds sing quite unrehearsed
A feathered fusillade of sweetest praise
Spreading from bush and branch...from field and hill
Lifting the misty dawn...exposing then
The parchment-paper day...and oh the thrill
As prayer like incense to The Lamb they raise

Lord let me on time's page...produce a poem
In holy meter...scribed from dawn till dusk
Not though with pen and ink but greater still

Mammon Has Fallen!

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 07:09:14 -0700

History records the worship well
Centuries of fervent frenzied praise
To this sightless god we have subscribed
Self-interest marks the standard that we waved

Mammon has fallen!... How can this be the case?
For surely this was never meant to be?
His promise pandered to our every need
Oh how we loved this dying deity

How slow to learn ... and even as he dies

Musings in St George's... Bermuda

Tue, 23 Sep 2008 07:04:35 -0700

Slow morning rose and spread her golden glow
Across the white roofed houses by the bay
And leisure-light threw shadows in relief
While cockerels crowed matins discordantly

A fishing boat cut through a crystal sea
Leaving a crescent scar a white mile long
Yet silent...for the wind had blown away
Her rythmic...muttered...measured...diesel song

Tranquility exploded all around

Garden Thoughts are Good Thoughts...

Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:37:41 -0700

Garden thoughts are good thoughts…Don’t you think?
To sit and ponder where the flowers grow
And tune in to the drone of laden bees
They play a sort of honey-hymn you know

Garden thoughts are good thoughts…Don’t you think?

The Light Will Come....

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 04:54:40 -0700

Starlight fades…night’s velvet cloak withdraws
Though indistinct at first the colours come
A blurry brown…a splash of green perhaps
As morning mists flee from a rising sun

And sun kissed hills reflect a golden glow
Upon their weather beaten craggy crowns
Like ancient saints…their holy halos wear
Their jurisdiction…valley…village…towns

A Living Legacy...

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 12:42:44 -0700

If I must leave a legacy
What kind of thing do I foresee
Would benefit those left behind
And help them be more Christ-inclined?

Money? Worldly goods and such?
Don’t think that these would help too much
A tough exterior? Dear o dear
That won’t bring heaven close I fear

Break Through!...Break Through!

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 04:23:02 -0700

The iron bars are bending Lord
I sense Your presence near
My will so long controlled by self
Has every right to fear

For holy light streams through my cell
Exposed…it is undone
Self-will is forced to make a choice
For self or for God’s Son

Should self remain then Love is lost