Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget. The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song. Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies. One moreContinue reading “High Waves”
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Silent Woe
Before the icons’ candle glow,A father stands in silent woe.His wife and children sleep aboveWhile islam chokes the land he love.He does not long for war or blood,Only peace, and a promised bud.Yet still he keeps the rifle near,For darker days are drawing here.He prays with tears, “Lord, keep me right.If I must stand, thenContinue reading “Silent Woe”
Divine liturgy
If you could see what grace descends during the liturgy in church, you would gather the dust and wash your face with it. Saint Gabriel of Georgia
Our Union Jack
Three crosses woven, bold and bright,St George in red, St Andrew white, St Patrick’s saltire laid between,Upon the flag where kings have been. A banner born of storm and sea,Of island hearts and history, Three patron saints in cloth entwined,Three ancient peoples, fate combined. It flew through cannon smoke and rain,Through years of glory, loss,Continue reading “Our Union Jack”
Roots
Their little hands pulling me towards responsibility,not with force,but with trust.A tug at the sleeve,a voice in the night,small shoes waiting by the door.And suddenly a man understandsthat love is not a feeling that visits —it is weight carried willingly.The world still calls him elsewhere:towards freedom without anchors,towards silence, towards self.But those small handskeep leadingContinue reading “Roots”
Icon she gave me
She placed before me, still and small,The icon in silence, head did fall.Yet in my sorrow eyes were bright,A love that turns the dark to light. The Holy Mother stands in grief,Yet holds the faith beyond belief.Her gaze fixed where the suffering lies,Mercy from the crucified. In this icon, still and true,I see what loveContinue reading “Icon she gave me”
Easter Saturday
The eve of Lenten’s weary old mileof prayerful days and the fasting trialA candle waits in flickering flameIn our victory we call His name.My sons laugh – sweet eggs in sightWe break and share – just one tonightMy wife prepares – the lamb is tenderI tell the boys of deaths surrenderThe table full – theContinue reading “Easter Saturday”
Lord Have Mercy
I have stood in pain and called it lifeAs I grew – a pint in hand masked the strifeBut in the quiet – now the cheers are goneI hear the spirit – I thought I’d outrunNot from the steel I kept close by my sideNot in the noise nor the things that I hideBut inContinue reading “Lord Have Mercy”
The Spirit
The spirit stands strong – the candles aflameIt wakes in prayer – in heavens name.But muscles tire – eyes fall shutWill alone – wont stand the cut.Between the pain and failing breath.Would I choose faith – until death?His grace descends when strength runs dry.Lord, my soul it longs to try.
Prayer Rope
I sit scared with brass knuckles an knife.Yet useless they lie – dark spirits seek life.I rise for battle – grab my prayer rope.I call on Christ – the source of all hope.Through spirit and chants – have mercy on me.Each knot a firm strike – no steel can be.In the quiet of battle myContinue reading “Prayer Rope”
Smith Shine Poetry 