Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Quiet


Quiet.
gentle light,
a stilled mind.
Quiet.
peaceful,
a soul seeks refuge.
Let the anxieties
fall,
their accusations,
silenced.
Whatever lies behind,
throw it to the wind,
watching it scatter
like leaves caught
by a gust of wind 
on an autumn's day.
Peace.
Love surrounds you,
seeking you,
affirming you.
Peace.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Honesty


Let your soul
Find the time,
The time for stillness
And reflection.
The time
For honesty,
Without justifications,
Or defence.
The time 
To look into the mirror
And not recoil,
But to accept,
And embrace.
The time
To heal,
The time
to be a healer.
Change
Becomes transformation
When we truly begin
To know ourselves.

A new day


There was never a day like this. 
For an instant,
Even heaven was silent.
The angels,
Caught mid flight,
In wonder and awe.
The universe
Shuddered,
Constellations,
Planets,
The seen and the unseen,
All things,
flooded by
Glory.
Everything that was ever written,
Every word,
Every thought,
All reason became inadequate.
In an eternal moment,
God defined himself
In the greatest outpouring of power
And humility.
On that morning,
Love flooded all creation,
Life burst out of death,
Light out of darkness,
Hope from hopelessness,
And grace forever was enthroned
Over mankind's brokeness and failures.
The separated were embraced,
And bloodstained nails
And a Roman sword,
Became emblems
Of overwhelming forgiveness.
The evil depths of the darkest heart,
Was met with God's overwhelming desire,
To restore and reconcile.
Mercy triumphed,
Hope rose,
Brighter than a million suns
And the throne of magesty and awe
Became a resting place
For all.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Alone

They awoke,
To a desperate day.
Alone,
Confused,
Emptied of everything
That had driven the last three years. 
These eleven men,
Their hollow eyes,
Reddened with tears,
No words,
Just the silence
And emptiness
Of broken dreams.
Their minds
Searched the universe,
That they thought they understood
And belonged to.
One burning,
Searing,
Accusing question..
Why?
One of them was a betrayer,
One was a coward,
And they had run away
Fearful..
Faithless followers,
Failed fishermen,
No longer disciples
Just broken,
And ashamed.
Their world,
Their sun, moon and stars,
Their passion,
Their love,
Their life,
Everything had died
It was over.
He was gone
And yet,
There is a dawn to come,
That will forever triumph
over the worst of mankind
Shining into the darkest heart
Overwhelming the most heinous deed.
In our darkest hour,
Love's light comes
And in one glorious instant
Everything changes
And nothing will ever be
The same again.
And so today,
We all wait
For the dawn of tomorrow
A tomorrow that rewrites
All our yesterdays.

The greatest gift

See these wounds and scars
This sacrifice and pain
This is all for you
The greatest gift that I could give. 

See my agony
As death advances on me
This is all for you
The greatest gift that I could give. 

I am looking through time
To rejoice at your birth
This precious treasure
Of infinite worth
The gift that I carry
In my flesh here for you
This precious treasure
Is dying for you.

See these rusty nails
My blood that streaming down
See the tears I cry
As I hang here to slowly die

Hear forgiveness prayer
As I wait for the soldiers spear
This is all for you
The greatest gift that I could give.

I am looking through time
To rejoice at your birth
This precious treasure
Of infinite worth
The gift that I carry
In my flesh here for you
This precious treasure
Is dying for you.

See my lifeless face
A portrait of pure grace
I am broken and I am torn,
I'm forsaken, I am forlorn
For love has overcome
It is finished, and it is done
I have risen for you
The greatest gift that I could give.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Compassion


Compassion 
is more than
shallow phrases,
tee-shirt slogans,
car stickers
and pretty pictures,
a clever comment
in a religious font.
Compassion,
is getting your hands dirty,
carrying another's pain,
shame,
regret
and abandonment.
Compassion,
is reaching out,
embracing,
holding, healing
and the commitment
to "being there",
even when turned away.
Compassion is a choice
not a response.
Compassion
is prayer in action,
fuelled by love
and the realisation
that the ointment we receive
is to be passed on.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes,
The past descends
Like a clammy cloud,
The present,
Weighed down
With regret,
The future...
A locked door. 
Caught
In the disappointments
Of unchangeable things,
Accused
Without recourse. 
Let the light
Break into this greyness,
Casting off the anchors,
Lifting the soul,
To embrace
The now
And the not yet.