3 WW

I wanted to generate a new post, but my ideas were scant and meager. Please don't tease me about it.

Where is Love

Where is love,
But on a plain,
And in the whims of life,
It seems to flicker out and in,
To take away all strife,

Where is love,
But in the heart,
And in the tears of life,
It seems to ever illusive be,
Yet be forever rife,

Where is love,
But in a birdsong,
And in nature’s joy,
It seems to build and lift on high,
Never to destroy.

3 Word Wednesday: On your knees and pray!

It will occur,
Upon that day,
That ragged man will say,
‘What is this chaos? What is this dream?
Tidy it away!’

And we will look,
Upon that man,
That ragged glorious day,
‘This chaos is freedom! This dream is hope!
Now on your knees and pray!’

See: http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com , OK, so I didn't do it on Wednesday but I only discovered it today!

I love God, honest!

A poem written in response to the problematic phenomenon called 'enthusiastic dualism' by Laurence Singlehurst.

I stand Y-shaped
Before God
In his presence I am free
In his presence I am blameless

I go into the world
I stand alone
I crumble
In the world
I am chained
In the world
I should be blamed

It becomes a cycle
I stand in Church
My eyes closed
My hands high
I go out
I bow
Wretching on the pavement
After a night out.

A cycle.
Worship, sin, worship, sin.

Darkest of Nights

A little poem.


Someone help me through this darkest of nights,
Someone pull me up from the abyss,

Let me see daylight again,
Let me breathe freely again,

I need reassurance, I need comfort,
Stand by me, hold me up.

Hatred hurts

Hatred hurts and harms all those
Who cross its path or tread in its wake,
For hatred has power, power to kill
And all else falls, falls to the abyss,
And the whisper of hope is really a hiss,
And the heights of freedom are scales of pain,
For what we see is seen through darkness,
What seems so bright only glows in the dark,
For we have turned from the light,
It shines too bright for us to look upon its glory,
Instead of bowing we have turned away, and walked and walked and walked away,
But if we turn once more,
A speck of light remains, on the horizon, welcoming us,
Bidding us to come, bidding us to fall before it in awe,
And it will light the way should we turn, it will guide our paths if we’re true,
And we will find true hope, and we will scale heights of true freedom,
And we will be made whole when the light shines through us.

Jesus transforms

I wrote this wondering how many of us allow ourselves to be transformed by the love and power of Jesus, or recognise that we have been. I also wonder whether we realise we are still being transformed, and will continue to be so.

I decided to follow Jesus,
Once upon a time,
I really wanted to do good,
To be the next in line,

I shouted of his love,
declared his name to all,
but this lasted just a while,
I slowly forgot the call,

The love I once knew so true,
seemed to dissipate,
I was desperate and so eager,
but any return seemed too late,

Yet once I used to shout and swear,
I used to drink my fill,
I used to lust at women,
Rack up an enormous bill,

Now I'm calm and kinder,
I live each day for him,
I think that love's still there,
Washing away my sin,

I know I'm still not perfect,
I know I still do wrong,
but I know who I'll turn to,
all this journey long.

Open Hands

Open hands
Nailed for me
I’m so tight fisted
Want to be free

Chained by love
Held by care
Dismissed by all
I can’t be there

‘Lean on me’
I sing out loud
I want to give
But assailed by cloud

I want my hands
To be open free
But I hold on tight
They cannot see

I remind myself
Of what to do
But my heart wrenches
Known by few

But I will stand
Hard as it is
With hands open wide
No one to dismiss

Nails may be driven
A spear in my side
But one’s there before me
Arms held wide