Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Curtain



I pulled back the curtain
This dark, empty room
Taste my pain
Smile at my tears

I wanted to stretch out
Climb inside
Feel the colours soak into me
Wrap myself into the dream
Immerse my soul
Into freedom,
Joy
Richness
Life

Monday, 29 June 2015

My Beloved




Say you will
With crimson lips
And cleansing desire
Sip love’s ruby nectar
Our intimate exhilaration.

Secret source of beauty
Invited into pleasure
Say you will draw near
Our senses a flame
Our love among the lilies

Your voice is sweet
Your presence is lovely
Say you will never leave
And enjoy the sweet honey
Sealed in your promise


My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies, – Song of Songs 2:16

Sunday, 28 June 2015

Overflowed



He overflowed the table of the prodigal with a banquet
He overflowed the vats at the wedding with wine
He overflowed the boat of Peter with fish
He overflowed the baskets of provision after feeding the hungry.
He overflowed with healing to the woman who touched his hem
He overflowed with forgiveness to the woman the religious wanted to stone
He overflowed with living water to the woman at the well
He overflowed with grace to the tax collector hiding in the tree
He overflowed in kindness to children who gathered to him
He overflowed in compassion to the blind man on the side of the road
He overflowed in wisdom to those that drew near and listened
He overflowed in love to the woman who poured out her heart
He overflowed himself when they nailed his palms to the tree
He overflowed himself as he took my sin and died as me
He overflowed himself as he rose from the dead into new life
He overflowed himself when he came and dwelt inside of me


Saturday, 27 June 2015

The Parable Of The Gardeners Face



A frown on a gardeners face
A gradual feeling of distance
As summer slowly dies
A leaf falls in the garden
A distance made of memories
Where daylight will be black.

A smile on the gardeners face
A recognition of goodness
As winter slowly thaws
A bud comes into blossom
A union made of kindness
Where daylight shines eternal

A whisper of unmerited favour
A banquet of loving kindness
As we focus on the gardeners face
A look into his pools of grace
A gaze into the eyes of love

Friday, 26 June 2015

The Parable Of The Old Man



When it was silent and he could speak freely
An old man told the assembled throng.
How honesty had been his trade. In every word
he lived by burden of truth, he spoke how to be
true, to your heart, to your soul, to your spirit,
to make integrity the treasure of his duty. Calmly
and frankly he told all, glad to share.

He wondered if anyone listened, he looked at each
expressionless face. He waited for an answer, he
sought a sign, any reaction.  Had his words been dust
on the breeze, ghosts at a banquet, so he left, alone.

Thursday, 25 June 2015

The Colour Of The Wind


Steel unbelief
The colour of the wind
Words are distorted
Hidden in a whisper
Where you are waiting
Glistening and radiant
The thirst of my heart
Strength in my weakness
Light in my darkness
Beacon to my soul
I am nourished by your dew
Refreshed with your morning
For you walk amongst the galaxies
And cherish my humanity.

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