Monthly Archives: April 2017

The End Once Before

THE END ONCE BEFORE

Nothing left as was…
No ancient time of stuff
still standing

Nothing further to say
No Albatross or
penguin waddle
No one about

No further glimpse
of something new

Just marking time

And when it’s you (Noah)
you give all you’ve got

To help these creatures
find non-extinction

All these in a row
Into the ark they go

As it was in his day
Two by two of every kind

Where you there?
Then you don’t know
If it was otherwise

“But…” says
contradictions voice
You weren’t there either

Exactly Monsieur
So the only proof either way

Is not a man’s theory
of origins
But a reference book
Out permanently on loan
on freedom’s library ticket

Look for yourself –
The story is told
of flood – rain induced
– of deluge overwhelmingly
great – and as it was in those days
– so shall it be
before the next Great phenomena.

As it was in flood’s time
So it shall be in latter day
Giving and taking in marriage
still around
Skeptic unbelief and disdain
for the
Noah man’s message

Man’s heart only evil continually?
Well –
“it’s not ‘dark’ yet but it’s getting there”

The flint strikes the steel
A metaphor
for the glimpses of light
That show the way out
of the dark tunnel of
spiritual darkness

Climb on board two by two
three by three
Whatever it takes

Listen to the trumpeted message
In your own heart
Calling you
to call upon
The name of The Lord.

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Country and City

COUNTRY AND CITY

And as he looks out over the parapet
of the hill on high
He adopts a studious stare
And steps outside himself to
have a look
at his philosophical pose

Acting like his own mirror
he adjusts his hat
and re-engages his stare
And his contemplative pose

Who knows
he may (in his unbelief)
come up with something.

Something to explain this vista that
stretches out before his eyes
Look at it.
Look at the nooks and crannies,
the highs and lows of bulbous
mounds that
outline into abstraction
when seen another way

Looking again –
“What do you see?” He asks himself
I see greens and blues and
purples and browns and
greys and yellows…
and stones and bracken and
mingled entertaining nuances of
stick upon stick
and glimpses of hidden rocks and
exposed heather

“What do I see indeed..?”
Miles and miles…

This will do for now
This moment and moments
will pass
And back to the city I must go

Bringing with me a
wrecked jigsaw memory of it all

But the city has its own character –
I will studiously stare-it-out too –

Until it produces something
– unto a completed picture
Jigsaw wrecked again by
another trip to the country regions
of outskirts

“Where shall I dwell in my old age?”
is another question
Unanswered until old age

To claim one above the other is to
flip a coin and leave it to chance.

But if I am to be a promo man –
the country has stolen the edge
To give you the invitation:
“Go west young man, and
spare not the horses…”

Lovely One

LOVELY ONE

Pure simplicity
holy
harmless
undefiled
Such an agent of sweet humility
Beauty beyond the sensual

Smoking flax unquenched
Sandals I cannot qualify to unloose
Whiter than snow –
shining purity
good
sinless
righteous

Diffuser of fragrance
Lily of the valley
With us – if we desire Him
– but no sensual beauty
that we should.
yolk easy
burden light
abundant life

Friend of sinners
Healer of wounds
Bright and morning star
gentle
kind
compassionate

The Lover of mankind
Yet The Lion of Judah’s tribe
Refiners fire
Fuller’s soap
Bearer of burdens

In unapproachable light
Approached through His own
shed blood

Words cannot describe
the altogether lovely one.

Bought and found…

Bought and found…

“Now this will be right up your street…
This is the offer you can’t refuse…
You’ll like this…
You have found what you’re looking for…
The chance of a lifetime…
We are delighted to offer you…
Yes that’s your size – fits well…
Can I interest you in..?
Yes sir – please step this way…
Just in – this morning – you’re lucky day…”

A fright and a frown
A new dressing gown
Tried it on
Then I was gone

Over to another department

Lounged around
As a substitute
for
nothing
catching my eye

Still-time for a coffee..?
Out the door

Had
Bought
and
found
nothing…

Coffee tastes good
I knew that it would
Lie back on semi-soft chair

Sleepy – daydream – stare.
(Shopping worthwhile after all)

Stay where you are?

STAY WHERE YOU ARE?

I have been leading prayer meetings. And preaching on a Sunday. And writing blog posts.
Art will soon be ‘SPRING-ing’ up again.
When I sort out my work shed (studio)

Meantime…

I would like the inhabitants of the world to do exactly what I tell them.
But I am not a betting man.
So I won’t bet on it coming to pass.

I was thinking about the many thought processes people engage in. Whether it’s some mathematical equation – or learning of a medical kind, or maybe re-reading your scientific notes on the ‘origin of the species’.

Think of the intellectual horns that are often locked in many different fields, as view opposes view. Opinion versus opinion.

A ruler named Festus said with a loud voice, “Paul, you are beside yourself! Much learning is driving you mad!” (speaking as he was to Paul the apostle).

To the average intellect – it is plain to be seen that this Ruler – was somewhat disturbed from his comfort zone, as Paul the apostle presented a message to his ears, and to those close by.

Festus was in a certain place intellectually – and cemented into his own way of going, his own way of living. Set in his ways, as we say – and feeling uncomfortable – he grasped for a response from his own reference data, filed away under the heading of *’my personal philosophy about life’.

Everybody has one of *those, so it is not hard to conclude that he was no exception.

A file containing the things we have established consciously and unconsciously that determines our lifestyle, goals, aspirations, outlook on a myriad of subjects, and – as we think in our hearts – so we are.

Enter Paul – disturber of our certitudes shaker of our mattress and bedclothes – turning-over our bed and throwing us onto the floor of his gospel.

React, react, react. Only way to handle this intruder – who has come to turn our world upside down. This would demand a change in us (were we to entertain it) – therefore ‘much learning does make him mad’, is the most comfortable response. Warding off his intrusion, and the intrusion of Christ.

‘I will stay where I am thank you very much’ – tucked up in the comfort of a bed of half-truths.

Then King (Herod-) Agrippa II, the other man in authority – responded: “You almost persuade me to become a Christian.”

And Paul said, “I would to God that not only you, but also all who hear me today, might become both almost and altogether such as I am…”

Acts 26.

To Just Walk in…

TO JUST WALK IN…?

Is everything all right?
Is everything fine?
How’s your life?
– well that’s for you to know
Who am I – to try to tell you
and intrude
with my bitter pill to swallow?
Or even affirm your chosen path
We haven’t met yet…
So words are words
That can or cannot
help you out
Blogging posts – as in scattering seeds
Some read
and inwardly digest
But many move on to another address
The desire to change you?
Get you on board?
Get you liking – approving –
or patting backs?
What are we after – you and I?
What is it that motivates your try?
I mean – shall we just quit while ahead?
Go walk in the park or rest in bed?
Why blog or post or write or do
The things in life we choose?
After all – we are worlds apart
we have nothing in common
we are strangers – and all the rest
So c’mon there is no bottle to break out
or celebration of companionship or
friendship as we are all away
into our next activity
or next sleep
before the day
Ships passing in the night
The majority say goodbye
Where does your society meet?
Your society of two or three
Lunch, dinner, out at the show
That friend you keep coming back to
They alone will know
what makes you – who you are?
What makes you tick?
A friendship bond you have in common
Few and far between indeed
Still ‘how are you?’ – still seems right
Nothing more to add
It’s still hello and goodbye
Because on this internet
I have never been flabbergasted
With an invite
To come and visit you
As in old pen-pal style.
Flight across the world to your domain
To meet you there in your comfort zone
A stranger like me – to just walk in?
Don’t think so…
Would’n know where to begin
Still – if a whisper of an invite
You did make…?
– my! – that’s taking a chance
Certainly not one I’m about to take
Still – great waters from small rivulets
do grow
So stages of friendship –
acquaintances -introductions – meets –
getting to know – similar tastes –
faith or belief –
All in a day – in the life
Of all us guys ’n gals
I guess this is about possibilities
Never realised
It just makes me smile to write
such as this
And think of the ‘multitudes’
who read our stuff
who will never go further
than a mutual glean
of each others lives
Mr. and Mrs. Post(s)
that’s you – that’s me
Still
Hope everything turns out right.
We all wish distant – passing – persons
a good day
Have one – cause that means you…
‘To be continued…’
or something like that…
will have to do.

Questions

QUESTIONS

What’s in a poem?
What’s in a few lines?
Is life full of new poems?
Full of new lines?

Now you have answered
that question

I call into question –
questioning
Questioning natures –
all shuffling –
clanking together like
freight train trucks
question one – question two
How many questions
before
we are through?

Questioning this and
questioning that
Questioning seems to be
all that we’ve got

You have just resolved
your query
about that bitter pill
next in line – a question – still

“Ask me another…” she said
That’s how we started when
questioning our mother

The questions are higher
and loftier now
They hang in the air –
no experts dismantle
their infinite ponder

I wonder
– as you do
what other questions
are due?

With a sigh and a chew
we ponder
the ‘way up yonder’

Looking for a roll that is called
There’s a Lamb’s book of Life
To contemplate
To gaze on
Seeking the answer to our state

The questions
you question
but see no way through

The answers – we miss
as we pass them by
staring us in the face
We swallow them whole

We prefer more
questions
than the answers
He sought to bestow

Unsettled minds –
cannot rest
on answers
– at their best

Conclude we must
For tomorrow we die
The gravestone’s answer:
here you lie

Yet still the questions
carry on

I would suggest to you
the questions will stop
at the buffer zone

The answer and the question
will both be gone

Through the glass darkly
we see…

The filing cabinet
of questions galore
spilling onto the floor

Questions in limited repose
giving birth to new, I suppose

Members of
the question family
crawling before they walk
trying to answer the anomaly

Questions are good
or not appropriate
and bad
When it comes to
matters of faith

Faith by His word
can be found
Answers triumph over
those who are
‘question-bound’

One more question
Before I go
Will you let answers
enable you to know?

Or again I say…
again I say…
Do questions –
not answers –
make your day?

The Sack

THE SACK

You stretch yourself
and scratch yourself
Time to enter the new day
Unfinished breakfast and on your way
Out the door
The same journey nothing to explore
Bus, train.
Wait! – Turn the film back

Let it run backwards
You are here again
To here you have returned
Not well
Clothes off
Pyjamas on
Into bed you go
No work today
Rolling over
on your side
In bed you will abide

No, maybe not!
You stretch yourself
and scratch yourself
Time to re-enter the new day
No breakfast – already eaten
The same journey – only now late.
Bus, train
Fast forward to your rush upstairs
You are here again – work I mean
You have returned
Not well
Clothes on
You arose from the sack

To stop you getting the sack…

Infinite One

INFINITE ONE

Intellectual bankruptcy –
that’s what I reach
When the grey matter
runs out of steam

The limitations
of finiteness
plain to be seen

Not far to go
one paragraph
ought to do
– to show

clearly we are through

Through with
our ‘great capacity’…
– a dud –
– a damp squib –
Running out of breath

Breath easy – at the infinite
Speak easy – to the infinite

Because a listening ear
is promised
But only as we bow
and give way

How can we do otherwise?
Wise in our own conceits
will never do

Obvious to me.

Obvious to you?

We need the lover
of our souls
to make us whole

From without – to within
Jesus knocks at the door
And brings the preparation
of the gospel of peace

To finiteness –
Infiniteness gives His words
To rebuke –
to love – to comfort – to save

Infinite – finite
Infinite – mingles with the finite
’til one gives way

You lose the chess game
every time.
You have never
better words
in this
scrabble-esque game
than what is supplied by
the Infinite One
Jesus –
the Only Begotten Son.