Evensong

I walk upon the ancient stone
I bend towards words and peer into to the meaning beneath the one shown
I wait for silence to engulf the day’s end
I remain in the darkness not remembering anything at all
I stand alone
[My love, the birds are flown]
I see figures scurry away to hiding places deep within the city walls
I look upon today’s intentions threading through my actions with no way back
I hear a whispering tonight weaving through the branches of my mind
Weeping will not cease in this life
The dark night is long
Upon my arm now rest
Strive in all things for completeness

bratislava

underfoot stone. walls no longer for defending. a castle.
vantage point. an open gate. enemy within.
bells toll for the faithful. bars full. what the young do not yet know.

the past is a deep river. it runs and runs. mighty waters.
the past begot a child. the present. wants to forget.
the future. a vista of many colours now. not only red.

Need

we need to come clean
sit out in the autumn rain
let enough water seep through
to float sunken dreams

we need to find the silver thread
weave it through ideals
loop it around as many as possible
make a human wall

we need to dam the tide of hunger
shore up against future's greed
hear hammer blows of tyranny
scales of justice creaking in the breeze

we need our need
we need to see evil's dark heart
and be cut to the bone
we need to come home

The Human Family

Marked for a tribal future
The face of a stranger appears in a dream
And then fades into a forgetting day

What breath, what breeze
Could change our fate?

Clothed in kindred spirits
The face of mother like the sun never to set
Nothing to be seen in the glare

What war, what want
Could change our minds?

Driven by a need so deep
It's never to be named, not to be met
Pushing down, down into dust

What rhetoric, what ritual
Could change our hearts?

Marked. A bloody future
Subsumed by the wounds of a stranger
Scars. Remembrance. The Human Family.

Inspired by the photographic series, The Human Family by Martin Crep