GRIEF

Today I greet the darkness once again,
Waking, I walk into the great unknown,
Often, in my heart I cry, wonder when
My life will end, my seeds will all be sown,
So much I cover up, so no one sees
The grief inside this lonely heart of mine,
Temptation draws me everyone to please,
To hide the me that cannot always shine,
I bow to what so many seem to need,
A griefless painless world where no one cries,
Where all are strong in heart and soul and deed,
And sorrow always out the window flies,
But even Jesus cried upon His Cross,
He alone can understand my loss.

MEMORY

I see things in my memory’s eye
Like the birds that I hear singing,
For now I can only see shapes,
Colours merge into each other,
I see so clearly in my memory,
The birds that brought me life.

This dark world now is my life.
But the dark is only in my eye,
Light shines, in my memory,
My heart within is singing,
I can say no other,
Pure light, my life shapes.

In my time I have seen so many shapes,
Some good, some bad, that determined my life,
Sometimes one, sometimes the other,
On the good I tried to focus my eye,
So that my heart could keep singing,
All these things live on in my memory.

I live now in my memory,
Things take on so many shapes,
Never can I stop singing,
Whatever happens in my life,
I see now with more than my eye,
Not with anything other.

There are so many things but nothing other
Than the light of God lives on in my memory,
It shines not only in my eye,
But into my depths, my life it shapes,
Such light brings to me eternal life,
Everything in me is singing.

Sometimes I hear the angels singing,
Louder than any other,
Bringing to birth in me new life,
That doesn’t live just in my memory,
This for me eternity shapes,
In my spirit, my only eye.

I am not reliant on my eye, but on something other
To keep me singing, but not in my memory,
Something greater my future shapes, giving me eternal life.

BROKEN

Today
My brokenness
Became part of the whole
All of the pieces were gathered
Woven
Moulded
Into something so beautiful
I beheld You broken
Touched Your Body
With tears

And I
The blemished one
Found healing in those tears
Like she who cried so long ago
Washing
Your feet
With tears that flowed so readily
From eyes that now had sight
And a heart full
Of love

THE BURNING DARK

I WROTE THIS POEM AT THE BEGINNING OF THE AUTUMN, BUT I AM POSTING IT NOW BECAUSE IT IS PERTINENT TO NOW IN MY LIFE

And now
The burning dark
Comes as autumn scorches
Cooling earth with flaming colours,
Fires rage
In souls
Seared by pains of night eternal
Let not these colours scourge
Your dying soul
But fan
Into
Life the embers
Of love laid low by fear
As red hot arrows wounded all
That lived
And grew
In the cold dark earth of winter
Let the dark now hold you
Colours fading,
Peace breathing