Sitting as the sun died and night came
I smelled and tasted the air that spoke of times past
And once again I could see,
Feel the movement of the big swing
In the night air
Reaching to the stars in the black sky
Laughing in exhilaration
As only a child can
Wondering
If I could catch a star
And hold it forever
Here, in this place where now I sat
The past lived again
And
Like then
I asked questions
“”Where is God?”
Seeing the vastness of the sky
I wondered
Was He beyond the stars?
Could I catch and hold Him too?
Could I even reach Him?
Small as I was then
I feel even smaller now
Blind, lame, sick,
And now I wonder just as then
“Can I catch and hold God?”
And even as I ask,
I feel once again a child’s wonderment
And know that the Kingdom of Heaven
Belongs to such as me,
And that it is not high up in the skues
Beyond my reach,
But indeed it is within me
Not dependent on time or space
But ever present
Ever a gift
Ever mine
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PLACE OF MY YOUTH
Today I will go
To where the hill awaits me
The place of my youth
DESERT BLOOMS
Deserts bloom again
Though the land is parched and dry
Living water springs
SUNRISE
And now
See the sun rise
A new day awakens
And soon the fullness of the day
Will fill
Your mind
But now let the morning dew fall
Onto you, refresh you,
Fill now your well
Of joy
ITS JUST AN EARTHQUAKE
Here is an explanation of this and the previous poem:
Some years ago an earthquake hit our region in the night. My Aunt and Uncle woke up wondering what was going on, and my Uncle explained “it will be squirrels.” Lol
Noises in the night
I wonder what is afoot
It’s just an earthquake
ONLY SQUIRRELS
Noises in the night
I wonder what is afoot
It’s only squirrels
STILL MORNING
In the still morning
Waking to the light of life
I am still alive
VALLEY OF DRY BONES
One day the darkness overcame her
The earth covered her
The dampness ate into her,
Stifled, she tried to scream
But there was no breath in her body
Lifeless she lay there
This could not be it
Her soul still lived
This could not be her final breath
Slowly she began to move her fingers
Stiffened by the dank earth
They struggled to move
The resistance of the earth
Held them
She remembered she was dust
But in the dust
The Valley of dry bones
Life lived again
Her fingers curled around a tiny stone
She felt its sharp edges
And knew she was not dead
And that life could live again
And suddenly her scream was born
And in the screaming
She was brought to life again
The darkness pierced
Shattered
TICK TOCK
Movement
Impossible
Lying waiting way gone
Eyes closing soon time will be gone
Tick tock
DOWN THE LANE THEY WALKED
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
HANDS
Hands touch in the night
Bring gentleness of healing
Heaven in darkness
SECRETS
Secrets
Blacker than black
Untold a living hell
Laughs while the devil dances on
Get thee behind me Satan
ECHOES OF BIRDS
I hear
The birds echo
The joys and longings of life
Brings to all on this small planet
Crying
For food
On full throat in exuberance
Sometimes gentle singing
My heart swelling
I hear
WHITE BEAUTY
Gliding on deepest
Waters perfect white beauty
Innocent and pure
VOICES
Overhead thousands
Of voices calling giving
Out their messages
BRAINWASHED ZOMBIES
The birds were silenced
No longer was there chatter
It was time to shield
The world changed that day
Became a dangerous place
Where none could find peace
Folks talked in hushed tones
About the appalling thing
That had taken them
Freedom was not theirs
They had learned to live in fear
Like brainwashed zombies
WHEN DARKNESS CALLS
When the darkness calls
I see into mystery
Bright with shining light
WHEN THERE IS NOTHING
When there is nothing
Do not be afraid something
Exists in the void
JUMPING WAVES
Waves crashing tempting
Adventurous souls to jump
Into nothingness
WHEN THE NIGHT IS LONG
When the night is long
The dawn seems so far away
Suddenly birds sing
MOUNTAINS
Green
Blades sway
In pastures
Between hard rocks
Mountains to be climbed
Peeking through the mists veiled
To the unseeing blind eyes
That seek only the green pastures
Hidden from such their secret glory
Peaks that call to those who are listening
I THOUGHT THERE WAS NO MUSIC
I thought there was no music
Something wasn’t right,
I thought there was no music
The sun was shining bright,
I thought there was no music,
There was no sound in the air,
I thought the was no music,
All was stripped and bare,
I thought there was no music,
Everything seemed dark,
I thought there was no music,
In my heart I felt so stark
But suddenly, there came a sound,
There it was again,
On the airwaves, loud and clear,
I heard the angels sing
ON WAKING
Heavy
Limbs are as lead
I move sharp pain rises
I scream
My eyes
Tightly shut they will not open
This day is dead to me
My brain knows all
Tears fall
LIFE CALLS
I walk
New paths today
Wondering what will come
Wobbling on loose paving slabs
Never
Falling
Taking my time I pick my way
Regaining my balance
I walk safely
Life calls
BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON
Paradise awaits
Beyond the blue horizon
Calling us to peace
PEACE
In the jumbled words
Dancing around in my head
I hear the word “Peace”
SOON THE PAIN WILL CEASE
I hear songs while night
Caresses my aching form
Soon the pain will cease
SONGBIRD
When night sorrows cease
I hear the songbirds singing
Light enters my soul
MOLTEN DAYS
I bask in the sunset of a molten day
Sinking into vanilla sheets cooling sizzling sinews
Stretched beyond forbearance
Snapping in the lava flow
Red with intent
Is this the calm before the storm
The explosive gases of your hatred
For I have learned it well
That history repeats itself
And nothing is ever sated
Save my inner essence
That drinks of everlasting waters
Frothing from the ground
IN PARADISIUM
Take, my Love
What I have offered to you
And let yourself be broken
As you caress my brokenness too
In brokenness we find ourselves
In touching wounds
In healing balms
Take, eat, remember me
As you share the feast
Of brokenness and love
Broken bread
Shed blood
Of innocence
You ask who sinned
It was not you
You simply broke
As i did too
And from our wounds
Gushed blood and water
But today we feast
And in the feast you join me
In Paradise
ONE DAY
One day I found love
Drank deep of its pure delights
Behind me were darker things
Now I was in the light
But then the shadows appeared
Leading me into a valley
Where death lurked
So busy was I
Looking at the sun
I was blinded to the dangers
That lay in wait for me
Sweet words were sung to me
Ensnaring touching my aching heart
I walked in the valley of torment
Death took my soul to hell
BATHED IN COOL BREEZE
Bathed in the cool breeze
A weary soul finds peace cleansed
From this earthly dross
STURDY OAK
Sturdy oak tree
Offering us shelter
Near sacred space
Wind blows strong
Roaring through branches
Tree under strain
It stands firm
In skyshaking onslaught
We must too
RAINBOW DANCE
Soon the light will come
Colours of the rainbow dance
A new day is born
THE BREATH OF LIFE
Early
I will come plant
A kiss upon your breast
Breathe into you the breath of life
Gently
THE NIGHT
The night
Is long darkness
Becomes my cold blanket
Every fibre longs for the light
Clocks tick
WRITHING
Writhing
The air smothers
Is there no respite now
I dream of a better place tears fall
FORLORN
Forlorn
The wild wind blew
Singing her own sad song
Calling for her Lover to come
Rising
Swelling
Until she became a torrent
Of rushing emotions
“Where are you Love”
Come now
Her song
Echoed through trees
Caressing the branches
Moaning desperately in grief
“Oh Love
Find me
Come and quell my rising passions
Do not leave me alone
Hear my sad song
Take me”
THE SUN IS BACK
At last the sun comes
Peeping through fluffy white clouds
Hello I’m back now
STREAKS OF COLOUR
Streaks of colour
Flashing by tree
Waving in wind
Red gold black
Blushing full cheeks
Creating a stir
Tree says goodbye
Offering its space
Goldfinches travel on
LOVE DWELLS IN FREEDOM
Bathe in morning dew
Cast off all inhibitions
Love dwells in freedom
I OPEN MY EYES
I open my eyes
Joy is born in Morning light
The dark night has passed
LIFE’S WONDER
Joy broke out
Threw off chains
In dark place
Glory was born
Filling empty space
Hallelujahs rang out
Time cannot hold
Back life’s wonder
Whatever sadness abounds
THE VEIL IS THIN
When worlds beyond call
I know that time is passing
And the veil is thin
SACRED TIME
The edge
Of sacred time
Is where the unknowing
Becomes the knowing of all things
And yet
Is not known for its truest self
Until the light appears
Radiating
True love
THE TIME IN BETWEEN
The time in between
Is the time that slips through cracks
Almost unnoticed
BALANCE
Balance
The required state
In a chaotic world
But love jumps over barriers
Wildly
THE FINE LINE
Walking a fine line
I lived on the edge of time
Almost falling off
WHO AM I
Who am I?
I slide and slither on the rule,
Refusing to be held
In the bonds of what you say I am,
I am what I name myself,
Earth, sea, fire,wind,
Each day perhaps a different name,
You cannot measure me
On a ruler,
Hold me in your judgement,
Define, confine, condemn me,
Name, enchain me,
I don’t like boxes
SHRINKING
Shrinking
A world that was
I begin to tremble
Can this really be the ending
Too soon
BENEATH THE STARS
Lie beneath the stars
Know that even in darkness
Light is still shining
IN MY DARKEST HOURS
In my darkest hours
I look for inspiration
Find a piercing light
I SEE IMAGES
I see images
Like videos in my mind
Piercing the blackness
UNDER THE CHURCH CLOCK
Under the church clock
I saw your name on a grave
Eternity called
SITTING BY THE WALL
Sitting by the wall
I saw the daisies mown down
And felt a sharp pain
I LIVE IN MY HEART
Outside the world lives
I hear their noisy chatter
I live in my heart
A BIG THANK YOU
I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for keeping me connected with the world. Without you I would have given up the fight for life long ago. My family ran away as soon as I got cancer and then went blind and became wheelchair bound. Likewise my so called christian friends to whom I had given a lot over the years, only to be abandoned when I was in need myself. I now spend my life cut off from the world here. It is as i have said before, a world of physical blackness. Some days I feel as if I will go mad. I have no human company. However, I come here and find your comments and know that I am still connected wth the world in some way. You have no idea how much this means to me and gives me reason to go on living. I am slow to respond to you sometimes and that is for physical reasons, but when I read them, they save my life. I owe you all a lot. That is the reason for this big thank you xx
WEEPING WILLOW
It was in the garden that you came to me
While the sun shone and the willow wept
You found a crack where you could get in
Gently prising it open
The sun was warm and the sky was smiling
The willow kept her silence
In that garden deceit was born
From the waters of the wicked
The wisdom of the willow knew all
And now I weep beneath her branches
LOVE IS
Love knows
The cost and feels
All the pain of the world
Compassion is its quality
Jangling
Easy
Words are not the essence of love
But a heart sharing all
With the wounded
Who weep
SHES GONE
Many
Turned away left
Her on the ground broken
Even the priest passed by blindly
She wept
Silent
They refused to listen to her
Her wounds they would not bind
Alone she died
She’s gone
CATCHING UP
Catching up again today x
MUTE GOD
Forgotten
She laid in the bruised air
The incense of deceit rising silently
To a mute God
WHEN THE TREES BOW
When the trees bow
In homage to all that is
All is there
And none shall separate
That which is
All One
For honour shall be paid
To that which creates
And brings to life
That which dies
For nothing truly dies
In the realm of light
DYING FIELDS
Unique
You roam the earth
Calling me to silence
Awed by spectres of suffering
I read
Again
Your poems of war so graphic
And it could have been now
The dying fields
Live on
THE OLD WOODEN BRIDGE
By the old wooden bridge she sat
Looking over into the beyond
A new world called she longed to answer
But did not know how to get across
Her limbs were useless she could not walk
She yearned to get over the old wooden bridge
Come my friend I will help you across
She knew such pain as she looked at the bridge
How could she ever get across
She felt so stifled an empty shell
Over the bridge she could find new life
But nothing could help her to get across
A scream was forming in her throat
Desperate was she to find new life
She felt like a puppet dangling on a string
Come my friend I will help you across
Just then she felt the breeze on her face
As it sang a beautiful song in the trees
Gentle and calm caressing her body
“Put your foot forwards I’ll help you to walk
Trust me and put your sweet hand in mine
I’ll take you with me to that brand new land”
Come my friend I will help you across
I THOUGHT IT WAS MONDAY
Lol I thought it was Monday!
GEESE IN THE SUNSET
Out of the sunset
Geese flying in V formation
Glorious in their flight
Silhouetted, adept,
Concentrating on one quest, going home to rest.
Many times I’d seen them,
Heard them chattering,
A message came clear then,
God in their flying,
The message was “I love you, just keep on going”.
I too am going home,
We all are one day,
Love guides us as we roam,
Rest and work and play,
But inside we need a clear intent, on our way.
We keep the goal in sight,
Though the sky be red,
In our soul’s dark night,
With the blood we have bled,
Throughout the journey we can know,with Love we’re fed.
LAVENDER WATER
Lavender water
Shimmers in the setting sun
Geese are going home
SPIRIT OF LOVE
What will remain now
If I leave this sodden earth
A spirit of love
I LEAVE BEHIND SONGS
I leave behind songs
Of sadness and rejoicing
But all are the truth
WHEN LIGHT IS FADING
When light is fading
And breathing becomes too hard
Rest your soul in me
MY HEART GUIDES ME
Sometimes the light goes
I no longer see the path
But my heart guides me
OVER THE WATER
Over the water
A bridge bearing my sorrows
I greet the new world
SILENT FLOWERS
Silent
Are the flowers,
Dancing in summer’s breeze
But if I listen hard enough
My heart
Can hear
Gentle lovesongs, feel them caress
My spirit, leading me
To new pastures
Within
BOUNDARIES
I like
Boundaries, so
Your soul doesn’t steal mine
My soul is sacred, my essence,
I guard
My soul
Fiercely for within it is my
Salvation, eternal
Destiny, save
My soul
FOREST
Forest
Sighings I rest
In your gentle caress
Feather light my soul is singing
Listen
SOUNDS FADE
Sounds fade
Into darkness
I speak my own language
One I will teach it to you
And live
SIGHING
Lying
In a dream world
Wishing I could touch you
But my world is far away now
Sighing
LOVE WILL ALWAYS WIN
Love will always win
The light can never be quenched
Even in the dark
EYES OF MY HEART
The eyes of my heart
Detect the truth of all things
Hidden in darkness
FANDANGOS FLASHBACK FRIDAY – thoughts
https://fivedotoh.com/2022/05/13/fandangos-flashback-friday-may-13th/
Round and round my head they go
Thoughts that no one would want to know
Making me dizzy
Getting me in a tizzy
I wish they’d stop
Get a wet mop
Hit ‘em on the head
Until they are dead
INTO THE DARK NIGHT
Into
The dark night souls
Go to empty themselves
Of dross that does not satisfy
True life
Dwells there
So take the journey in the dark
Searching not for the light
But for the truth
That shines
ONLY ONE THING
There’s only one thing
That is worth writing about
No words can tell it
TODAY SHE RAN OUT OF INK
Today she ran out of ink
Her well had dried up
Her hand lay limp at her side
Just like the brain in her head
Who was going to fill her well?
Her gaze hit the floor
Her dreams lay on the floor
Pictures not drawn in ink
Her life had not gone well
How could those dreams rise up?
What could she do with her head
Put everything aside?
She had nothing left inside
But plenty on the floor
Looking up at her head
Thirsty for some ink
Didn’t the devil do well?
How could the fragments get up?
Something told her she had to buck up
Lift her hand up from her side
Take a drink from the well
Picking things up from the floor
Riding on the fountain’s head
Ready to write in ink
Things have to be written ink
In letters that stand up
Words not just from the head
But from the heart that beats inside
Refreshed by the drink from the well
Rising up from the floor
Now there is nothing on the floor
Not even spilled ink
Magical was the well
Lifting her spirits up
Now she’s back on the right side
Everything’s right in her head
The fountain’s head gives life to the ink
That once was on the floor looking up
At the hand lying limp at her side unaware of the well
THE BETTER PART
I remind myself
That I have the better part
A heart filled with love
BRIGHT LIGHT
What was that bright light
That shone into my poor soul
Blinding me with love
#FOWC
https://fivedotoh.com/2022/05/12/fowc-with-fandango-proper/
Ethel was never very PROPER at the best of times but her husband disowned her when at a posh works dinner she was seen shovelling three spoonfuls of sugar into her wine, protesting that it was not sweet enough.
Email notification failure
For some reason I am not receiving emails from some peoples blogs notifying me of their postings. I wondered why my email list each morning had got shorter and then I discovered that people had posted but the notification had not come through. I discovered that I am still following these people but the notifications are not coming through. One such is FOWC which I have been doing on and off for years. I know that there are others so apologies if you are one of them, it must be another WP glitch but I find this upsetting but thank all those who are following me.
I SAW GOD
I walked
With you that night
Looking up at the stars
With a child’s wonder I saw God
And danced
IN ANOTHER WORLD
In another world
The wheat fields alive with life
Celebration’s gold
THEY DISAPPEARED
You disappeared then
The day I sat by the wall
All my memories
DAYS SPENT
Days spent
Now gone like air
Wisps of pure nothingness
What is there now to show for them?
The gift
Is ours
Of new days to come, purer air
To breathe fuelling life
Of better kind
Just breathe
SOUND OF THE WILD SEA
Sound of the wild sea
Draws me into the depths deep
Where lie my treasures
YELLOW FRONDS
Outside,
It greeted me,
Vast fronds of yellow, deep,
Luxurious, bury me there,
Within
Its warmth
And I will stay there for ever,
Its glow draws me in, rest
Comes to my heart,
I sigh
SACRIFICE
It writhed
On mosaic floor
Amidst the thick incense
Sickened by the stench of lewdness
It tried
To rise
To be let loose amongst the crowds
But the floor held it fast
As sacrifice
Took place
DARKNESS CANNOT OVERCOME ME
I live in the face of death
The darkness cannot overcome me
It is your light that gives me breath
TWO ROBINS
Outside the church two robins danced
Singing their song to the world
Rude in their audacity
Flitting in bright array,
In the distance sang many birds,
They found their haven there
Many times she had been there
Inside the church had danced
Listened to the sound of the birds
Freed herself from the world
Dressed lightly in bright array
Defiant in her audacity
The church stood there in audacity
Many years it had been there
Different seasons, different array
Whilst outside nature danced
A sign it gave out to the world
Like the singing of the birds
She always took her strength from the birds
Became strong in her audacity
Taking on the wiles of the world
Whatever came to her there
All of her life she had swayed and danced
Joined with nature in bright array
She celebrated in bright array
Taking her cue from the birds
Remembering how she’d always danced
Wildly, with audacity,
Making it known that she was there,
A force within the world
She knew her place within the world
Saw life in bright array
Knowing exactly why she was there
Flying like the birds
Drawn to their audacity
Even in sorrow danced
Even from being young she’d danced in joyful bright array,
Never defeated by the world becoming one with the birds,
Rude in her audacity whether here or there
WHERE IS THE SUNSHINE
A greyness skulking
Hiding a beautiful world
Where is the sunshine
IS IT THE BLACKBIRD
Is it the blackbird
Or is the budgie singing
Copying the song
BE SURE
Be sure, guard your soul
For thieves may try to steal it
It is your essence