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

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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

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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.

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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.”

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.

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Moon-man stands

exposed for world to see

forsaken of all cover

dancing without shame

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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

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And here in full panorama

of brilliant cosmic design

arises, as on centre stage

in spotlight, heralded by

fanfare of rich celestial melodies,

that tiny globe we claim as home,

richly  textured with

intricate tapestries of life

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Crowning glory – pinnacle,

Homo sapiens, bearing

image of Maker,

drawing forth

glowing pronouncement:

Very Good – no portent here

of approaching calamity

in original paradise

Fall

Second of a Trilogy

Yet storm clouds gather

prince of darkness

uncoils ruthless strategy

to sabotage creation’s bliss.

Seductive voice burns into heart,

challenging: ‘Has God said ?’

contradicting: ‘You shall not die !’

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Mesmerised, tantalised

as wily tempter weaves

beguiling charms

on innocent’s psyche.

Desires overwhelming

new emotions stirring

reasonings controlling, till

battered will succumbs

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Relationship’s ruination

through wilful disobedience,

hiding away – shame-filled

finger of accusation

shifting blame from self

symptoms of guilt ridden-ness,

and profound shift of nature

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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

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And right on cue, in fulness of time

the only-begotten One

arrives, as if on centre-stage

spotlighted and heralded by

same angelic choristers that

celebrated creation’s dawn

announcing with clear voices –

“To you the Saviour born”

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The Lion-Lamb, the Second Man

tabernacles with humanity

God in flesh through Virgin Birth

sharing woe, feeling pain – then

life laid down as full atonement made.

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

bursting prison gates; breaking captives free;

birthing glorious redemption