Saturday 28 February 2015

Every Word



You could listen
To the most beautiful words in the world
You could find them everywhere
Before they innocently disappear
Into the chamber of each imagination
Every word of love
Every touch of grace
A discreet ghost to embrace
Written in the sand of redemption.

Thursday 26 February 2015

On A Day Like Today



On a day like today
Bells ripple in the summer air
We could wander quietly away
To golden fields of ages fair
Or we could just stay
Touch the dapple sky above
And find a way
To soak in the endless love

On a day like today
Forgetting memories of strife
Listening to children play
Entering into the joy of life
Let us just stay
Enjoy the slumbering calm
And find a way
To rest in salvation’s balm

Monday 23 February 2015

Conversations - Sedoka


Old conversations
Greetings and salutations
Common words that we all know

I hear the well-worn
Wonder what is not spoken
Emotions glowing inside.

Saturday 21 February 2015

Reach - Sedoka


The wind seems obsessed
Roulette's spin free in the breeze
As cold rain weeps endless tears

I hear the stone night
Forgotten shapes transfix me
Reach for fresh life in your words.

Thursday 19 February 2015

Church Bells - Sedoka



Church bells distant cry
As timeless streams bleed freedom
Hearts that yearn for compassion.

Every faint whisper
Plagues my mind to remember
That you were nailed to a tree.

Tuesday 17 February 2015

Vial Of Divine Grace




Vial of divine grace
In lemon, russet and wine
Your tapestry of autumn

Tokens of pure love
Words spoken from creation
Your gift of sacred treasure.

Sunday 15 February 2015

Echoes




Echoes of thunder
Dance with destructive frenzy.
Praise Ignites where great stones speak

Your anthem of life
A song in my beating heart.
You are the resurrection..


Saturday 14 February 2015

Soft



Filled with compassion
The balm of encouragement
Within the eternal agenda.

In your still small voice
Quiet words in the time of need
Allows my heart to remain soft.



(but exhort one another daily – Hebrews 3:13)

Wednesday 11 February 2015

Quiet



In the unnatural quiet
Something as cold as compassion
For eyes coloured and distant
A face lined with sadness
Where tales of guilt
Rest on what I am supposed to think
And myths of deceit
Hide in the chambers of voices
And return to the listened plight