Monthly Archives: October 2016

Pop Festival

Pop Festival

Pop Festival – I suppose that’s what we called it
One in particular was a turning point for me
Plumpton near Brighton, if correct my memory be

With beer in hand – running, startled, at sudden sound
The Festival had begun – this was a beckoning call
Running with a friend – ‘it’s about the music, that’s all’

But the atmosphere on me was dark and lost
I didn’t understand it’s foggy devilment
Only that the darkness was not heaven sent

Extremity of hopelessness – lost and undone
I tried to grasp why? Everything should have been fine
But a battle was ensuing for this soul of mine

I stood up and danced before all
Reaching for the sky for some answer – not found
Feet in the air, but soul on the ground

Inner conflict, doubt, confusion and all
Pain and hurt, depressed, with chagrin
‘Why am I here?’ ‘What has brought me to this bin?’

Many thoughts – none making sense
Laughed at, mocked and told to sit down
Fearful, confused, thinking myself a clown

Ashamed and something else,

I got over it – and carried on my way
Living to fight another day

But many months later
The lost was found
as Grace came after
That shadowy time –
and tears turned to laughter

It’s the way the Christ always works
Drawing near to the tears of despair
Sending to flight the power of the air

Dark and lost devilment
From the heart that cries out
– has to leave –
when faith replaces doubt

Its a strange language to others
when a man can say –
I met Jesus today.

Back to Front

(A fictional dialogue based on an incident
that took place between my grandparents,
– on my mother’s side.
To be passed down in oral tradition to the
subsequent generations)

BACK TO FRONT

Kirky – you’re putting those dungarees on
Back to Front!

I’ve been putting on dungarees this forty years
And you’re telling me how to put them on?

You’re putting them on back to front

Do you work in the factory?

What are you talking about – ?

Well you seem to know a lot about dungarees.

No, it’s just you are putting them on back to front.

My – I wish I had your knowledge of dungarees.
I’d start my own dungarees factory if I had.
And I would sew into the trouser leg:
‘How to put on dungarees ’
That way – wives wouldn’t have to tell
their husbands how to put dungarees on
I mean there’s two legs there
Not just one
So it’s easy to get mixed up
When there’s so many legs to choose from
And, and, – there is all those straps to contend with…
And buttons
You could tie yourself in knots trying to sort those out
So anyway, a man of my experience in dungarees
Is putting them on yet again – after forty years doing so.

Kirky!

What!?

Your’e putting those dungarees on back to front.

Politics

POLITICS

I find it difficult to pluck up enthusiasm about
anything political.

If a fellow Christian wants to rebuke me and exhort me to vote, based on the idea of responsibility then I better take it like a man, and start familiarising myself with the candidates and the issues, and respond to that brother’s correction.

But I’m afraid I still say: I find it hard to pluck up enthusiasm about politics.

And that is because I see two kingdoms in existence.
A natural kingdom and a spiritual kingdom.

I see also that I have rendered The King of kings very limited service. And so in what time I have remaining – I want to ‘seek FIRST…’ this spiritual kingdom.
(Matthew 6/33)

But I realise that for those of us who are followers of Christ, we must find God’s will – individually, and we each are answerable individually – for how we use our time, thought-life, and ministry.

If ‘seeking first the kingdom’ means you have heard the command of the King to put your hand to some political plow, then who am I to say otherwise?

What a great challenge though – when it comes to politics – you must not only have a myriad of opinions on a myriad of issues but you must manifest the savour of Christ.

II Corinthians 2/14.
But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us spreads and makes evident everywhere the sweet fragrance of the knowledge of Him.

In all you say and do there is the added realisation that you do not wrestle with your political opponents but with principalities and powers…

Ephesians 6/12:
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

And in all your deliberations you must manifest tolerance and compassion and show the same Amazing Grace that has been shown to you, whilst ‘debating’ with those of a different persuasion.

You must stand for what is right and wrestle with all the grey areas that this world’s quota of God-forsakers has cast up through violation of God’s principles.

You might think that I’m speaking from experience in politics?

No.

Just thinking of what is expected of me in my everyday life, which thankfully does not include constantly having to face those who oppose my beliefs, never mind on top of this – my political beliefs. As would be the case for someone working in politics.

I am instead seeking revelation of truth regarding such scriptures as the one I am now closing with:

II Timothy 2/4
No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier.

I guess each Christian has to outwork his own salvation on a scripture such as this.

For those who have to walk the political trail, every blessing, as you have a great challenge to face, as you also set yourself to ‘walk in the Spirit…’

He is writing a poem…

(Poetic Fiction)
HE IS WRITING A POEM…

He is writing a poem,
he is writing a poem..
Hush… he is writing a poem…

“And what will it be?”
says you to me:

‘Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me’.

‘No – that is plagiarism
drop down on your knee
repeat after me –
I shall not plagiarise’

But I have come to see
how it is done
By partaking of this unfurled song!

‘That’s as it may be
But write your own songs
from memory’

The toothpick fell
from his mouth
And he didn’t like
unwrapping another

So I put the pen back
onto the page
and wrote my poem
internally running
from his rage

I handed it across
the covered table
he took it to his nose
And explored it’s every word
Thirty-six in number

Then he cast it
to the side
upon the table cover

But, (and though
he smiled),
I knew it did not please

I was his pupil and
not the pupil of another

He always wanted it – his way
– no room for compromise
even if poems were better
not following
his rule of thumb.

I looked again
at my work
and it gave an inner glow
That’s it…

Rising – I departed
in my overcoat
to face the cold dark night
never to slope
back into his vicinity again

I heard many years later
He was gone

at the end of a rope.