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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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..

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)

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