Out of the Mist ...

I held within the Saviour of the world
And walked, step by step, into the unknown
Blood and cries gave birth to Him
And as I saw myself in those dear eyes
I knew now there were different stars to behold
Other treasures to find . . .

As He grew, a tree sometimes cast a shadow across my path

Memories would return: His tiny hand clasping my finger

Him labouring in the workshop

Handling wood, pausing to talk to me

Such skilled hands that were to reach out

To those no one would touch . . .

My boy

I could not protect Him from those hate-filled looks

Murderous whispers and a jeering crowd

I could not take Him back inside

Overshadowed by rough wood

This time the blood and cries were His . . .

And as darkness fell

He spoke from out of the mist

I could barely understand it then

Giving me another family

John’s strong arm supporting me

As I stumbled and wept

Remembering the words I spoke at the beginning of it all . . .

My soul does magnify the Lord and my spirit does rejoice in God my Saviour . . .

Luke 1 vs 46–55

Picture by Henry Ossawa Tanner

what am I?

a space-a sound-a mark-a letter-a word-a word compounded-a fragment-a compact phrase-or a long long line ...
line-on-line-on line-now a verse ...
and verse-on-verse-on verse I tremble somewhat in the turning of the page ...
I am a completed thing being made ... what am I?

they shut up the prophet, then and now, they wound the one who brings the word ...

See here

deep

she is a stone sleeper
kissing the night's air
the light shines in her eyes
towards the fixed point
from the variable axis ...

he is a bronze statue
touching the edges of day
the light comes through his smile
above, below, around
the moving figure of her ...

by John and Sarah  29/9/12

deepest deep

another shade of darkness
another layer hovers shivers and covers
the waters of the deep
a veil of darkest dark shimmers
this night foul
as a fistful of whispered lies rise

"all are hunters now"

another shade of lightness

another layer hovers shivers and covers

the waters of the deep

a veil is lifted 

o lightest of light your rays

penetrate even the deepest of nights

opened handed, full of rising song

"the battle hard-fought is won - 

come now, worship the Son"

the spell of evening cast

the spell of evening cast

love worn 

trembles like a so-thin

curtain in the open window

breeze

voices fade 

with the dying light

as silence creeps in

and settles into 

the so-long night

leaf

falls through fragile air

light shining upon tree tops

autumn glow on faces turned 

to go