Hope

 

It's never ending

I'm always waiting

I throw my hands into the air

Until the Prince of Peace comes

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Wafer Thin

A 2020 poem

The tiniest of tiny things

Havoc and destruction

Alive and dead, a zombie call

Wafer thin, the chances of non-survival

Evolution, adieu!

Humanity precious

Two legs good

No legs bad

The tiniest of tiny sins

Havoc and destruction

Dead, so dead, a zombie call

Wafer thin, overestimated survival chance

Devolution, adieu!

Humanity precious

Two planks good

No Christ bad

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In Dark Days

A 2020 poem

In dark days

Where hope cannot be found

Does anyone have a word from the Lord?

Anyone? Even one?

In dark days

Hope is found in Christ

He is still the light of the world

Crush me. Redeem me.

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Pesto

A 2020 Poem

They laid his bruised and bloodied body in the ground

They grabbed the largest pestle they could find and got to work

“Get out of this one!”

“Save yourself!”

“Prophesy! Who is crushing you?”

He said nothing

Not because he couldn’t speak

But because of his dignity and desire to forgive

A sweet smelling offering as heaven and earth watched on astounded

A culinary medicine to save the human soul

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Pomegranate

A poem from 2019

A million seeds held together by a Father’s love

A million seeds containing a precious Son’s blood

A bitter-sweet experience, a Body divided, yet one

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Catnip

A poem from 2019

Against the odds and every expectation

I am drawn to you, not kicking, not screaming

But in a daze of reason and instinct

I am giddy with delight and no longer acting naturally

Let me curl up and rest with a smile and a stretch

The Planets 4 - Jupiter, The Bringer of Jollity

A poem from 2019

By Jove! What a grand entrance he makes

This is not the image he usually brings to mind

Stolen by a jolly fat man

Here he comes, a fanfare

Laughing, in three-four time

Spinning around

Take your partner by the hand

Wait your turn

He will get to you in the end

You have all eternity for a meet and greet

He strolls arm in arm with his children

The dancing mice so tiny should watch their steps

Though really they are in no danger

His peace he gives to us

His peace he gives to them

Galaxies cannot hold his mirth

All was made for his pleasure

Come and take your share

He has held back nothing good

You can laugh now

You couldn’t cry if you wanted

All tears have been wiped

The Planet 3 - Mercury, The Winged Messenger

A poem from 2019

He is rising!
He gives you wings!

You fly high - on a high

Horses can be used for different things

Multi-purpose

A dancing horse that transforms

Gallops towards the Sun without getting burned

Returns with a rider in white

Bringing happy news!

Stardust, he flings and transforms us

A heavenly river he pours over us, refreshing

Golden shoes places on our feet, we dance

On golden pavements

Full of fairy smiles

We leave behind the myths

We become real!

We steal Pan’s pipes and run around

Background noise fades

Now come joy and jollity

Praise and glee

Now it increases without measure

Faith and hope shed

All that remains is love!

Gravadlax

A poem from 2018

I spent my life swimming

Swimming against the tide

Jumping to get higher

Closer to the heavens

I was spied on by enemies

Enemies seeking to entrap me

They were no match for me

So I jumped into their net

They sent me to the slaughter

Slaughter one for the good of many

My bones were not broken

I sacrificed my life

Three days and three nights wrapped

Wrapped and becoming sweeter

Purified from the sins of the world

I was not resting

I have been cured

I am the cure

My body whole

My body sliced

Take and eat

Ampersand

A poem from 2018

Scratch my name with nails

On the palm of your hand

Hold me even closer

Than hope in a Promised Land

Love intricately woven

Into a wedding band

Purse your lips and kiss me

Eternally we are And

Chain-gang

This is a poem I wrote in 1985.
Watch me perform it on YouTube.

I was a slave

and my master was the world

he led me in his wicked ways

and

knowing no better

I followed him.

He snapped his fingers

and I jumped

he raised his gun

and pumped me

full of death.

Life poured out from the holes

he tore in my heart

so  I was too weak to fight.

Resistance was useless.

I sinned

and thought that it was good.

A preacher came to the camp telling of a better way

and his words

were like a candle in a dark

dark room.

He spoke of a great Liberator

who would free me from my bondage

for all eternity.

Yet surely I could not be saved

from such a lowly

place as this?

I waved good-bye

to my hopes

but I kept on listening

because I liked the preacher

and enjoyed his words.

The preacher left

and bereft of my friend

the world took up my chains again

and told me to act

in his evil pact

and I did

though grudgingly

as I thought of the Liberator.

The preacher came a second time

and saw that I was falling further

into confusion over his message

so he explained again.

And I decided to follow him!

He baptised my head in holy water

and my soul in Jesus Christ

whom I believe is the Son of God

then I thrust Satan out

and let Jesus in

to my heart.

I felt released

and looked down

my chains flew off!!

I ran away with Jesus

and the preacher held my hand

It was dark

but I could see

for the Holy Spirit guided me.

The world was furious with me

but I just hid in the Rock

and the world passed by

a slave no longer am I!


Galatians 5:1 - "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."