I used to tell them I hated you.Then you died.Im sorry — I forgive you.Still I haven’t cried.The words came late – but true not offcast.Quiet – as a door closing on the past.Just the weight finally taken from my golden crown.And the silence where it used to live.Written down!
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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”
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”
Old Demons Wait
I was never self-diagnosed,but for years I self-medicated.My life until I met her,was tangled and complicated.Prison walls and darker nightsthe suicide I survived.I saw demons in the shadows,yet still I am alive.She carries childhood wounds,her own long wars to weather.In His good time, God watchedas we came together.Now in love we’ve found a peacethat keepsContinue reading “Old Demons Wait”
Untouched by Aim
I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible – Friedrich Nietzche
The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.
Standing high where the silent sleep,Among the graves the English earth keeps.Sword-cross of stone, a cenotaph stands,Guarding brave souls, the names of this land.Incense drifts on the solemn air,Byzantine chants weave the branches bare.Saint Barbra prays above the grounds,Where life has departed. yet Christ is found.Time meets eternity, the living pass.Faith growing strong in theContinue reading “The wee Church in Overleigh Cemetery.”
Shrove Tuesday
Pancakes and laughter tossed in the air.Mummy mixing more – flour everywhere.Children cheer – pancakes, dinner, dessert.Sugar rains down lemons squirt.A table laid, wine and beer.Family moments we hold so dear.As the syrup flows in ribbons of gold.Daddy recalls a story told.The feast before the fasting phase,Christ in the desert forty days.Flip the pan andContinue reading “Shrove Tuesday”
Saint Valentine
Before the cards, the wine, the flowers.A courages soul, love has powers.In Romes dark days the faith is banned.A Priest stood strong in loves own hand.In a secret vow of incense flare.Married as one he did dare.In prison he prayed, in death he proved.That Christ is love, love unremoved.So with every rose and poem weContinue reading “Saint Valentine”
Weekend Cheer
Bacon butties, no rush to gotalksport on, time moves slow.Children’s stories gather near,laughing brings a weekend cheer.Wintry walks, the world is right,Saturday hums with golden light.Sunday church bells chime in tune.Soft lit mornings, afternoon.A grace before the week resumes,in weekend cheer the moment blooms.
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