Category Archives: empathy

Friend for a season?

FRIEND FOR A SEASON?
(a Christian’s experience of new friends…)

Somebody took a chance on you
Took a chance that you were real and true

Somebody took a chance on you
That with all your profound talk
You were just ordinary and wouldn’t scoff

Wouldn’t use rough insensitive language
Whilst you gave your spiritual sandwich

They took a chance on you
On your sincerity and
despite your strongly held beliefs

Took a chance that you were warm and
not on a ‘superiority’ trip

They took a chance on you
and liked your friendship
even though their thoughts
went from
embrace to holding at arms length

They took a chance on you
but they haven’t been in touch lately…

I Corinthians 1/23 (Amplified)

Out of Depression

OUT OF DEPRESSION

“Yes I know! – There you go!”
then – “goodbye”
the phone’s the gizmo
never before addressed with such info
but down the line the communication went
stirring inner ear vibrations in an accent
the ‘gossip’ about a girl’s success
passed from friend to friend with finesse
weeping with those who weep
rejoicing that they restored their beauty sleep
‘out of depression’ – I hear
glad they’re back up – to have it disappear
they were down, down, down – man
but something broke – they lost the ‘dead pan’
now they are fun to be around
a spring in their step – they’ve newly found
– down the gizmo – let all know
they are up and running
get’n on with their show.

Cholesterol

CHOLESTEROL

Eating my peanuts one by one
Can’t say it’s any more fun
But the doc said my blood count call
Getting near – too much cholesterol

But what to do?
Not exactly a dilemma – that’s true
Still one would like to know
What food to forgo

So look at this – look at that
What to eat – what have we got?
Too much of this – too much – of fat
Chew ten nuts – instead of all that I’ve got

Restraint on hands – into the pockets
Before cholesterol skyrockets
But at the end of the day
I’m still confused – so I’d better pray

If you’re like me you want a balanced diet
To stop cholesterol running riot
Still – ‘we live to eat another day’
Well – really – what else can I say?

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…

Blogger’s Relationship

Blogger’s relationship

I’m in your routine
And you are in mine
We do not
exchange handshakes
or hugs
But you – I have met
I – you have met
We meet in your words
We meet in mine
I leave you with what I say
I’m left with your thoughts
Switch off –
too much speculation
Switch on –
to what speaks
Give the second chance
to what is said
As with you –
so with me
You are in my routine
I’m in yours
By your likes
I know
you stop by
and moments are
given to me
As I give moments to you
But that is it
Time to move on
to the next one
in our routine
As each receive
their moments
in our moments
we give
You are in my life
I am in your life
But that’s it –
Goodbye ‘til
the next time

When I will be
in your mind
by my words
And you in mine
by your words
This relationship will
start and stop and
stay and go
Until the next day
When you will enter
my routine –
routinely
yet again.

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.