I sat down…
I sat down to stillness
Stillness before the fingers tap the keys
Let the natural brain find it’s course
To run a race of hurdling words
Or gathering a bunch to make the statements
The last will and testament of mankind
Written all over the world
On hearts of flesh – in chaos and confusion
The creator undermined incessantly
While man holds his ears and cries out
In pleasure or confusion
Not knowing whether to run and hide
Or run for the hills
Out all night on the hillside
I see – on a stroll through the town
The vagrant’s-assembly of smoke
And alcohol taken
To numb the mind and
Charter a course of no return
‘Futility!’ cried the preacher and all still cry
Some with a suppressed-cry all muffled
Below their belly and gut
See a man – head in hands like Vincent’s drawing
Sorrow encroaches on each brow
Whether – well-heeled sorrow –
Or homeless vagabond in dismay
What vision will lift their life?
What hammer will break the chain?
And launch all to the sea of bliss?
What voices still speak and rage and agonise?
What hope does the mere politician-man offer?
As he tries his best while others know better
What speech will he make now
In his short-lived season?
Is there no word back from the front?
Is there an armistice day to lift the gloom?
“What shall we do?” – some did even ask
Is there a better tomorrow for a stare-mad world?
Questions have formed from the tapping fingers
As stillness returns
A half formed poetry – of snippets
A fully formed stillness comes
At the gentle touch of the Divine
I find no other hope on this side
You too may look and
Make the mistake of trusting in feet of clay
Erecting your idol Dagon and watching it fall to pieces
While you expect the real God to conform
To your limited outlook and appraisal
Abandon now all your cogitations
And fall upon The Rock
And call upon the same…