Exaltation

A 2020 poem

Not left behind

Flown

Eyes twinkled

Flash

Home at last

Free

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Tempus Fugit

A poem from 2019

"Time flies when you're having fun"

Truth, or a lie?

Why

Would you want time to hurry by?

Nearer to death, oblivion?

Nearer my God, to Thee, eternity?

Eke out those precious seconds

Once the sand has passed through the timer

That's it, this side of resurrection

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Floppy Disk

A poem from 2019

People say I’m out of date

But does that bother me? No!

I am a fount of information

You couldn’t dream of all I know

The essentials

The meaning of life

Not all manner of gossip, hate and nonsense

I know truth

I am solid, four square

You can rely on me

A slim model, hardly

Perhaps you find me clunky

Within my hard shell is a soft centre of love

I am protected but the ashes to ashes

The dust to dust of wicked man

Can twist me out of shape

That is not me

That is a rogue copy

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Thin Places

A poem from 2019

heaven and earth mingle

who has the upper hand?

thin places, where God and man commune

a piece of bread, a sip of wine

a bowed head and a thankful heart

sins forgiven and life begins again

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Adrift

A poem from 2019

Stuck in the middle of a dense darkness

Separated from you, but not too far

I drifted away, it was stupid and wrong

Will you reach out to me, or must I run?

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Prayer Is Boring

A poem from 2019

Prayer is boring

But why should this be?

Talking is not boring

And prayer is talking

Talking to an invisible God

Known or unknown god

Is the boring part that you don’t hear an answer?

Believe me, some people talk nonstop

You can’t get a word in edgeways

If you ask me, listening to these windbags is boring

If anyone is bored by prayer

It’s likely to be God

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Two Hearts

A poem from 2019

Two hearts hung out to dry

Their love was martyred

Side by side, tears in eyes

Connected to the vine, dictator defied

Psalms were sung and praises rung

While many scoffing looked on

Spirits were not broken

Bravely they looked ahead

Their souls remained alive

When all rejoiced to see them dead

And now they cry out, “how long?”

And are daily joined in this plaintive song

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The Planets 7 - Neptune, The Mystic

A poem from 2019

Sit still and relax

Listen to the god within you

Listen to the demon within you

Angel voices lead you upwards

Fairy singing draws you into the abyss

All is quiet

All is floating

A sea of lost humanity

Waters bubble up

Warm springs

Your safe place

It’s only in your imagination

Unreal

Come, says the Bride and the Spirit

Come, says Beelzebub

Beckoning

A reckoning

Forwards

Backwards

A tussle, an old law, a new law

Laziness

A humming in the ears

A trance

A dance, slow

It creeps upon you, creeping, creepy

Insects buzz inside your head

Stars light up and shine before your eyes

You feel yourself drifting away

You have some sort of choice

Choose life

Or fade away

Black Ice

A poem from 2019

I can’t see you

And that makes you a dangerous enemy

Imposing yourself on top of reality

A slight distortion

It’s enough to send us sliding

Careering to injury

Maybe to an unrepentant death

What an unusual form for you to take

Black ice

Not red or fiery

Not an angel in white

You seek to stay hidden away where nobody sees you

Where they can blame God

Or some natural phenomenon

Apex Predator

A poem from 2019

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Top of the food chain

King of the hill

Ruler of demons

Hungry, hungry hippo

Slithering and roaring

Metaphor upon metafive

Beastly angry

So little time

Prince of dark lightness

Unthanked liar

Devourer of innocence

Puncturer of dreams

Master of unexistence

Laugher to scorn

Desert monster

Black heartless dawn

He kids himself the world is his

His head lies crushed under the foot of a crucified God

In Flatworld

A poem from 2019

Side by side

Different but somehow similar

Disparate lives thrown together

Boxed in, living stones

In Flatworld we fail to appreciate

The fullness of each other

Dimensions will be added

What is missing will be made known

Diamond

A poem from 2019

I’m just an insignificant little thing

A tiny teeny weeny speck in time

A nanosecond, a breath, a heartbeat

And yet I’m loved and cared for

Doted over by a loving Father

Hidden away yet a light to all

A shiny diamond in a clay jar

My time will come, when I’ll shine forever

Almost

A poem from 2019

So near, yet not quite

An almost-perfect reflection of your glory

In eternity, a different story

Stand strong, sons of light

Despite your troubles rise up tall

Earth has glimpses of heaven, after all

Man in the Middle

A poem from 2019

A straight line

From beginning to end

A tree of knowledge

So begins the bend

Light me no light

Dark me no dark

Command me no command

In the middle comes a new man

He is the line drawn

In him is light and life

Before and after

An enemy stirs up wind

Swirls of confusion

Here stands the man

All around is chaos

In him is life still

Proxy War

A poem from 2019

A star cast down from heaven

Seething, full of anger

Watch out, happy world

That fire is subtle danger

Await another star

A baby in a manger

Fury, fury, time is short

The child chased into the desert

Slaughter, murder in the town

Blood soaks the soil

Rachel cries, why did this befall her?

Let’s kill the son and heir

The world will be ours

The world is not enough

Eliminate all who get in the way

You use the wrong words

You think the wrong thoughts

You pray the wrong prayers

Tortures devised to change minds

Broken bodies laughed at

These sorrows are for his sake

Sinkhole

A poem from 2018

Who would have thought it?

The ground swallowed us up

Sin by simple sin eroding the image in us

When marred beyond recognition, came judgement

Our world gave way without listening to the warning

We fell into darkness, made by our own hands

Yet still a hand reached down, offering salvation