WHO WILL CARRY ME?

Who will carry me?
I will be the one to carry
There is no one else

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I WILL SURVIVE

Darkness
Enfolds me now,
I thrash around to find
Light, and in my thrashings find You,
Holding
Me tight.
The darkness disappears in the
Safety of Your embrace,
I know I will
Survive.

A CHILD’S SEARCH

I USED TO WALK WITH MY GRANDMOTHER EVERY NIGHT DOWN THE LANE FROM THE FRMHOUSE. THIS LITTLE RONDEAU IS BASED ON THOSE WALKS AND MY SEARCH FOR GOD

Down the lane they walked each night
In the vast dark sky the stars shone bright
In innocence the young child cried
To the one who was walking by her side
“Is it God Who gives the stars their light?”

A hand held onto the child so tight
What was the answer that was right?
How could she this night decide
As down the lane they walked

Reasoned answers took their flight
It seemed that faith was better than sight
Who was now to be their Guide
Where in the Universe did He hide?
Was there One Who saw their plight?
As down the lane they walked

ALLELUIA

Yesterday I thought that death had got me
I felt the darkness put its arms around me
Hold me tightly, lead me on
Everything was closing down
Suffocating was its grip
Inevitable was its hold
I accepted my fate
For, there is a time for everything
And a season
And the time and the season was now
I said “Goodbye”
And rested
But then the miracle occurred
Suddenly there was the beginning
Of light and life
Like a floid it swept over me
Bathing me, cleansing me
And I heard bells ring
Alleluia, alleluia

IN THE SETTING SUN

In the setting sun the corn glows gold
And I remember times of old
When celebration filled the air
It seemed that no one had a care

Many times were stories told
Of carefree times within the fold
Of escapades then oh so bold
Of each they all had had their share
In the setting sun

If only now I could take hold
Of memories that off old tongues rolled
Now all there is is to sit and stare
As the day now dies my heart laid bare
Approaching is the winter’s cold
In the setting sun

ON THE HORSE’S BACK

On the horse’s back I rode
Down lanes close to my old abode
It seemed like scenes from yesteryear
I felt the falling of a tear
Soon my grief flowed

As darkness fell the cock crowed
In my heart I bore a load
Here were those things that I held dear
On the horse’s back

High in the sky the moon glowed
In the byre the cattle lowed
Now there is no place for fear
The past is very very near
When so much joy was on me bestowed
On the horse’s back