Category: poetry
Vigil for Peace
Alone it floats on the water, lit by a child, a call for peace amidst the wars.
Its a sign to beckon the weary to come.
Slowly more candles are lit,
More people come.
They come, not to curse the darkness.
They simply come to light a candle.
Soon the water reflects so much light.
Broken and surrendered they come.
Softly without words or song they minister.
In prayer and stillness they gather.
The ever-growing, universal vigil for peace has begun.
The Light Has Come
Offer pigeon not lamb.
Not the wealthiest in the land.
Not the most religious plan:
‘Hush now Mary, no one need know’
A righteous deed,
A righteous love.
‘But, I am innocent my love.’
‘I know, I know.
A silent divorce to save your soul.
To save you from the masses and the legalists.
From violent men and cruel hearts.’
Then he hears the Lord’s voice.
‘I have no other choice.
To obey I’m urged,
To obey I must.’
Protects all the more.
To the little town.
No donkey travel, a paupers birth in a stable.
Not so silent night, birth pangs, Animal noises,
Starlight to daylight.
Light, light, the light has come!
Offer pigeon not lamb?
Not the wealthiest in the land.
Not the most religious plan:
Not temple dwellers.
Shepherds come to see the new Shepherd born.
Could they even read?
They worked the Sabbath!
Worked with animals!
Unclean, Unclean!
Not so silent night, birth pangs, Animal noises,
Starlight to daylight.
Light, light, the light has come!
Offer up the lamb?
Wealthiest of other lands.
Not the most religious plan:
Maggi.
Foreigners from afar.
Wealthy gifts for a King.
Access to Herods court.
Not the powerless sort.
They had everything yet were seeking Him.
Wise men indeed.
Hearts seeking Jesus
Not so silent night, birth pangs, Animal noises,
Starlight to daylight.
Light, light, the light has come!
Offer up the lamb.
Most religious of the land.
A very religious plan:
Teachers of the law.
Knew the book word for word.
Could quote where he was to be born.
But did they seek Him out?
Did they practice or just know the word?
Knowledge without living it out.
Not so silent night, birth pangs, Animal noises,
Starlight to daylight.
Light, light, the light has come!
Offer up the ‘wee lambs’.
Most barbaric of the land.
An evil, sinister, heartless plan:
Herod the great?
No, Herod the fearful.
Scared of what he would have to give up.
His precious crown.
Threatened by a meek baby.
Nurse Rachel weeps!
But, still Herod fails.
Not so silent night, birth pangs, Animal noises,
Starlight to daylight.
Light, light, the light has come!
Light, light, the light has come!
Light, light, the light has come!
They Lie
They send us off to die.
Blood and tears we cry.
In the heat of battle we live.
Our sweat and life we give.
Bang beats the drum.
A war never won.
Vanity and pride.
The leaders hide.
Why should this be?
Indeed the name of the free?
No, not in my name.
This is not a game.
They send us off to die, we shall not go!
For they lie!
Letter to the leaders
From whence cometh wars and rumours of war?
Lust for power as you sacrifice at the altar of your gods.
Lust for wealth, the love of which is the root of all evil.
Lust that fills the streets with rivers of blood.
Lust that burns children alive in the name of “a higher cause.”
Lust in the name of dark liquid and swords.
Lust in the name of your false god Ares.
From whence cometh wars and rumours of war?
Your lusts!
The good, the mediocre, and the bad
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why do bad things happen to mediocre people?
Why do bad things happen to bad people?
Why do good things happen to good people?
Why do good things happen to mediocre people?
Why do good things happen to bad people?
The good, The mediocre, And The bad.
Why do any of them prosper?
Why do any of them suffer?
The rain falls on all.
But, the sunshine rests on all.
That of darkness dwells in all.
But, that of light dwells in all.
Behold the misery!
Behold the hope!
Blog Relaunch: The Heart of the Matter
It is my deepest desire to return to the heart of the matter. After many, many variations of my blogs and sites I have returned to blogger. My previous blog host kept crashing. I was glad I had backed up some stuff on blogger so all is not lost. This is an opportunity to enter a new season as a blogger and writer. It is also a good opportunity to refocuse on Jesus. So welcome back. Hit subscribe and come along for the ride.
The Heart of the Matter:
Infinite human depravity and sin.
Infinite love and grace.
Without Him all is lost.
The heart of the problem is the problem of man’s hearts.
‘Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!’ says the preacher.
In a world of cruelty and vanity a saviour came.
Triumphant war Lord?
Nay, a lamb.
Our weakness, he identifies.
Our suffering, he identifies.
The ultimate price buys our liberty:
Join Me!
Follow Me!
Take up your cross!
Liberty is ours!
Darkness and light collide.
Flesh and blood is spilled.
Principalities and powers beware.
The light has come.
Let thy light shine oh God!
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New World:
I once had a dream of a new world.
I saw a city like crystals, pearls and gold, full of light, guarded by angels of old.
There was no night.
The city was bright.
A river of pure love flowed through.
There was no death for me and you.
No dying, no crying, no sinning.
A place of no pain or sorrow.
It is the world of tomorrow.
~ DTH ~
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Nov 4th Global Blogblast for Peace: Peace in the Time of Quarantine
CHANGE YOUR CLIMATE
DONA NOBIS PACEM
GRANT US PEACE
– DTH –
Cometh The Hour
Cometh the hour.
Blow the trumpet.
Send the beast back from whence it came.
Has the beast not had its fill?
Consumer of souls, destroyer of worlds.
Why must the beast have its day?
Send the beast back from whence it came.
Turn back the tide, break the curse, free the world.
Blood and tears, weeping for the night, creation groans.
Calvary tree, earth shaking, stones roll, angels speak.
Ascension.
Pause.
Dark night of the soul.
Send the beast back from whence it came.
Has the beast not had its fill?
Consumer of souls, destroyer of worlds.
Why must the beast have its day?
Send the beast back from whence it came.
Turn back the tide, break the curse, free the world.
Heavenly chariots, trumpet calls, angels sing, swords to plows.
Casting crowns, royal robes, outstretched hand, victory whispers.
Be still.
Cometh the hour.