Archive for August, 2010


Melancholic Madness

Ramblings following a “downer” … too much “thinking” – methinks !

Another milestone slinks

into my growing past

And like a roller-coaster

my mood sharply dips.

There is no sunshine

in my heart today,

only clouds of various

shades of grey

~~~~

With gloomy thoughts

my head,  thus occupied:

With opportunities wasted

ne’er to beckon again;

Contemplating days behind

spent on trifling matters.

Wishing I’d done something else –

illusions left in tatters

~~~~

Wrestling with powerful desire

for things that are off-limit

Vulnerable like rabbits

trapped in head-lights glare.

Flawed choices made

from selfish motivation;

And actions executed

for personal gratification.

~~~~

Such dismal cogitations

will disperse like winter’s snow,

yet leave a residue within

that could arise once more.

So, I must exhort my soul:

“Why are you so cast down ?

Pull yourself together now,

you melancholic clown.”

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Moonstruck

Inspired by imagery from G K Chesterton, and yesterday’s wonderful full moon.

Naked moon

reflecting

borrowed beams,

stands in jet sky

bespattered

with blinking luminaries.

~~~

Moon-man stands

exposed for world to see

forsaken of all cover

dancing without shame

~~~

Moon-struck

I stand

over-awed,

drawn as if by

hand invisible

to pour forth

heartfelt praise …

Creation

First of a Trilogy

 

Sublime fiat sovereignly ordains

galaxies to manifest from nought,

directed by invisible hand,

symphonically arranged.

Creative genius breathes

across emptiness, exhaling

myriad universes, appearing

in spectacular array

~~~

And here within full panorama

of brilliant cosmic design

arises, as if on centre stage

in spotlight, and heralded by

a fanfare of rich celestial melodies,

that tiny globe we claim as home,

richly  textured with the

intricate tapestries of life

~~~

Crowning glory – pinnacle,

Homo sapiens, bearing

image of the Maker,

And drawing forth

glowing pronouncement:

Very Good – no portent here

of approaching calamity

in original paradise

Fall

Second of a Trilogy

Yet storm clouds gather as

prince of darkness

uncoils his ruthless strategy

to sabotage creation’s bliss.

Seductive voice burns into heart

challenging: Has God said ?

contradicting: You shall not die !

~~~

Mesmerised, tantalised

as wily tempter weaves

his beguiling charms

on innocent’s psyche.

desires overwhelming

new emotions stirring

reasonings controlling, till

battered will succumbs

~~~

Relationship’s ruination

through wilful disobedience,

hiding away – shame-filled

pointing finger of accusation

shifting blame away from self

symptoms of guilt ridden-ness,

and profound shift  of nature

~~~

All creation groans

beneath the weight

of homo sapiens’

dreadful fall

waiting for the

promised redemption

Redemption

Third of a Trilogy

Foreknown, the sorry plight

of worlds affected by the fall,

master-plan unfolds for restoration.

Oracle speaks prophetically,

of woman’s seed, of chosen race,

of royal line, of messianic hope

awakening anticipation of

brand new dispensation

~~~

And right on cue, fulness of time

the only-begotten One

arrives, as if on centre-stage

spotlighted, heralded by

same angelic choristers that

celebrated creation’s dawn

announcing with clear voices –

To you a Saviour born

~~~

The Lion-Lamb, a Second Man

tabernacles with humanity

God in flesh through Virgin Birth

sharing woe, feeling pain – then

life laid down and full atonement made.

Bruising serpent’s head; binding man’s strong foe;

bursting prison gates; breaking captives free;

birthing glorious redemption