Saturday, 27 August 2011

Why would any soul in the world want to escape the Beloved?

When He is the shining centre
Of the universe's dark heart
When He speaks and darkness disappears
When He heals the earth's split core

Why would any soul take flight
From the pure promise
That is the Beloved?

And yet we run
And yet we hide
Behind unlovely veils

But the Beloved always sees
Always blesses
Always seeks to wear
Even our un-lovliness

Why would any soul in the world
Want to hold on to the torn shreds
Of a fading life
And not return home?

Thursday, 25 August 2011

"Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart." *

"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking that you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart." Steve Jobs

no reason
no shadow
no stone in the shoe
or heart
not to start

already naked
already lost
already free of the snare
of possessions
to care

follow your heart 
follow the star
follow your desire
it'll only be looking behind that you'll see 
how it was the fire

Monday, 22 August 2011

The Many and The One

"Many people  ... don't think they are loved , or held safe, and so when suffering comes they see it as an affirmation of their worthlessness. The great question of ministry and the spiritual life is to learn to live out brokenness under the blessing and not the curse." Henry Nouwen

Many are counting the cost but there is only One seeking the lost

Monday, 15 August 2011

hope for a tree when it is cut down

For there is hope for a tree,
         When it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
         And its shoots will not fail.
“Though its roots grow old in the ground
         And its stump dies in the dry soil,
At the scent of water it will flourish
         And put forth sprigs like a plant.
“But man dies and lies prostrate.
         Man expires, and where is he?
(Job 14: 7-10)

where am I?
before expiration
breathing in the breathe
of pure air 
your word wings
its way human-ward
to carry me 

sown the wind : reap the whirlwind

For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up. (Hosea 8:7)

It says in an ancient book
that though you may sow with tears
you will reap with shouts of joy

but here

the reaping
the weeping

Sunday, 14 August 2011

evening crossing

it's late love
last light lingers
over the eyes
and heart

knees and breast
draw the evening up
like a blanket

to cover the cold
to expose
the day's remains
to God's rest

living on the edge

the edge
the edge of life

is it death
no breath?

is it despair
no care?

is it dejection

to be led
to the edge

by the dark
o to be so marked

to be continued ...