Inspiration
“ In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, let there be light, and there was light.’ ( Genesis 1: l-3 )
Come nearer, you my Maker
Words lie there formless , dead, waiting for meaning
Come and fill this void with light
Name the nameless, conquer the loneliness of this land
Inhabit this empty heart
The breath of your spirit:
The deep made Eden.
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Seed
“ He also said, “ This is what the Kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground.” ( Mark : 4:26)
There goes out a sower
A field to plough , soils to dig
In the desert, a garden grower
Fighting against the prig.
Shallow soil, grain withered away
Scattered along the path, put to scorn
Eaten by fowls, hope gone ashtray
Heir of death, planted among the thorn .
Seed scattered on willing ground
One knows not how
All by itself , a way is found
Less than all that be.
Springs, sprout – a bough .
Birds perch in this shade.
Such a treasure! The heart swayed
A secret land, not toiled by human hand.
Harvest time:
Seed for the reaper
Bread for the hunger.
July/2009
There goes out a sower
A field to plough , soils to dig
In the desert, a garden grower
Fighting against the prig.
Shallow soil, grain withered away
Scattered along the path, put to scorn
Eaten by fowls, hope gone ashtray
Heir of death, planted among the thorn .
Seed scattered on willing ground
One knows not how
All by itself , a way is found
Less than all that be.
Springs, sprout – a bough .
Birds perch in this shade.
Such a treasure! The heart swayed
A secret land, not toiled by human hand.
Harvest time:
Seed for the reaper
Bread for the hunger.
July/2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Stolen Identily
“ For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Sovereign Lord...’ ( Ezekiel 18:32)
Stolen Identity
Someone died
Poor him! Nobody noticed him
His solitude, his loneliness, his plea !
His emptiness was so full of glory !
Nobody cried for him
They just danced for him
He was the leading role, acting his own life
He starred his own tragedy
Nobody attended his funeral
Everybody thought he was just playing
There lay just his ghost,
He was stolen from himself
The mob stole him from himself
Fame made him a nobody
Stardom made him just a ghost
As his make up wasn´t death proof
It just collapsed when they were dancing.
The sword he was slained by
Was so brilliant , so enchanting,
Nobody saw his blood...
He died while they were dancing!
They were busy , busy...
They were dancing.
Now post modernity erects him a temple.
June 26/2009
Stolen Identity
Someone died
Poor him! Nobody noticed him
His solitude, his loneliness, his plea !
His emptiness was so full of glory !
Nobody cried for him
They just danced for him
He was the leading role, acting his own life
He starred his own tragedy
Nobody attended his funeral
Everybody thought he was just playing
There lay just his ghost,
He was stolen from himself
The mob stole him from himself
Fame made him a nobody
Stardom made him just a ghost
As his make up wasn´t death proof
It just collapsed when they were dancing.
The sword he was slained by
Was so brilliant , so enchanting,
Nobody saw his blood...
He died while they were dancing!
They were busy , busy...
They were dancing.
Now post modernity erects him a temple.
June 26/2009
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