A new life is in our arms, new hopes and dreams unspoken,
New love, responsibilities and promises unbroken.
A finger placed into her palm is gripped with tiny strength;
When faced with such sweet innocence, we can but gaze at length. Continue reading
There was once a tiny nation, at the green and pleasant crossroads between history’s great powers, constantly buffeted this way and that, kicked around, conquered and swamped again and again by this side or that throughout its history, and now firmly in the iron jaws of the greatest of them all. This power was used to dealing with and crushing all rebellion against its might. Every proud voice was silenced, every upraised head was beaten down into the dust. Everyone left standing was cowed and compliant. This was a conquered, beaten people.
And yet a spark of hope remained. Continue reading
Here lies in wait a flock of fools
All keen and primed to mock and sneer
At all that they don’t understand,
And all that hints at what they fear.
Let not their snickers blind you to
The bankruptcy of their worldview.
All they pretend to hold as true
Is carnal lusts they ballyhoo.
Though your life has proved them wrong
They write another goading song;
Layabouts they see as wise,
Hard workers chumps in their own eyes. Continue reading
I tried reciting some of my poems to get into character for an audition last week (the first audition I’ve ever attempted in my life), and ended up writing a new poem. Here it is:
Can you?
Can you take a man from heaven,
Throw him down to earth,
And expect him to be grateful
For a squalid pauper’s birth?
Can you take the Son of Glory,
Mar and smear his face,
And expect him still to treasure
Our decrepit human race? Continue reading
Where now the fangs of yesteryear
That pinned us to the dust,
Reminding us of all our failures,
Weaknesses and lusts?
All shattered by a holy cry
As He hung on the cross,
And all I thought enormous gain
Is now but minor loss.
The ghosts that haunt our murky past
Now give us different pause;
To treasure His abundant love,
His mercy and His cause.
Come see the dance of life entwined
That flows throughout this place;
Come leave the dull and drab behind
And slow your frantic pace.
Come watch the dance of life entwined
Soak in it’s warming light;
Each dancer loves to serve its kind
And in their joy delight. Continue reading
What is eighty years of life
When eternity awaits?
A puff of dust, a flicker
That is gone without a trace.
And yet the choices we now make
Send ripples though the years
That will give young minds pause to think
And question their ideas. Continue reading
Where am I now? What is this place,
Its shadows etched upon my face?
Here scars of unexhausted rage
There monuments to pride.
There caves of self-indulgence,
Too many flaws to hide. Continue reading
Who will reject this cult of self
And walk against the tide,
To show the world this life is more
Than feeding our own pride?
Who can teach the selfless way
When all have failed the test?
Each move we make is tainted
With our twisted self-behest. Continue reading
No New Year’s resolutions,
No fashionable fears.
No trendy ways to see the world
Or stop imagined tears.
I’ll stand upon the bedrock
Of truth that conquered all;
Defying time’s great ravages
And even death’s grey pall. Continue reading
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