Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Monday, 8 February 2016

A NEW SONG

As He walked a perfect pathway 
Where sin's power was manifest,
And expressed God's grace and mercy
So that heaven could attest
That the Father was delighted
And the Spirit was at rest
There was nothing out of keeping
With the holiness of God.
 
As He walked the paths of sorrow,
Thwarting Satan's power to tempt
From the will of God His Father
And what malice could attempt
Through betrayal, and denial,
And injustice, and contempt,
There was nothing out of keeping
With the holiness of God.
 
But when John was elevated
To the mountain to behold
The celestial culmination
Of God's workmanship unfold
In the Lamb's wife - that great city
That is formed of purest gold:
There was nothing out of keeping
With the holiness of God.
 
 
The chorus of this I have "borrowed" from a book. 
 

Saturday, 6 February 2016

LOCH HOURN

From Basho’s journeys
Pearls of haiku – and from mine?
Some digital photos
 
Fly quick, butterfly,
Now’s your opportunity
To be photographed
 
 
Too slow, butterfly,
But as least I can put you
Into my verses
You’re immortalised
In verse, yet you seem to show
That you couldn't care
No, black fly, I don’t
Want to have you in my verse:
I’m not Issa!
 
Dancing, butterfly,
With your lady; no wonder
I feel neglected
You zig and you zag
Till you make me feel dizzy;
Have you been drinking?
Launched over the bay
Of a loch, Amy Johnson
Of butterflies 
 

The tide is pushing
The water gently; a moment
I've my own island

Gull, are you following
The sea, your mistress into
Loch Hour's recesses?
 
 The sea refreshes
The dry seaweed that wilted
For this returning.

Crab has that water
Awakened you to dancing,
Bringing good tidings 
 
 
 
Some photographs from Loch Hourn in the West of Scotland
and a few verses written when there.
Basho and Issa are among the most famous writers of haiku;
I like the 5:7:5 formation but think only something written in Japanese is areal haiku.
Issa was particularly keen on insects,


Friday, 5 February 2016

ELIJAH




In time of famine
The prophet dwelt with
The widow God supplied.

In time of triumph God
Smelt the offering's savour,
Having provided the fire.

In time of prayer Elijah,
Bent in his intensity, knelt
Face between knees.

In time of vigour see
The rain pelt; the prophet
Outrun the chariot.

Yet in time of weakness
See his iron melt; but
God still provided.

In time of recovery
The prophet duly dealt
In judgment and grace.

The time of departure!
God showed how His heart felt
Towards His servant!

The picture is from the old black Bible book that my mother used to read to me from; I always remember this picture when I read about Elijah running.

Thursday, 4 February 2016

THE LORD IS IN CONTROL

From the sky loom
Asteroids and shooting stars,
Comets: the Lord
Is in control.

Beneath magma
Rises, lava bursts,
Feel worldly shudders:
The Lord is in control.

Within bacteria
Of leprosy, viruses,
Parasites: the Lord is
In control.

The pastures are green;
The waters are still;
The soul within me restored:
The Lord is in control.
 

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

GUIDE

If Satan should deride,
Or tempt us in his sleekness,
The Spirit is our guide
To help us in our weakness.

Within is sin and pride,
Outside is sin and bleakness;
The Spirit is our guide
To help us in our weakness.

He's ready to provide
The grace to grow in meekness;
The Spirit is our guide
To help us in our weakness.

Friday, 29 January 2016

VOICE

"Lazarus, come forth":
The penetrating voice
Of the Son of God.

"Sweet is thy voice":
The evocative voice
Of my Beloved.

"Silence, be mute":
The omnipotent voice
Of the Creator.

"Not my will but thine be done":
The poignant voice
Of the Son of the Father.

"Father, forgive them ...":
The tender voice
Of the Saviour of the world.

"I ascend":
The triumphant voice
Of the Risen Man.

"Lo, I am with you all the days":
The faithful voice
Of Jesus.

Thursday, 28 January 2016

PAUL

The greater adventurer, you were a good soldier
Of Jesus Christ, striving in the good conflict,
Unentangled with the affairs of life
To be pleasing to the One who enlisted you;
Clad in the complete armour of God,
Belt, breast‑plate, helmet and sword,
Armour for advance only; standing,
Having done all things, able to say
That you had combated the good combat
‑ Example and guide for all who attempt the Way.

Strong drink brims in the vessel. It tilts,
Pluming a rich fruitful ribbon to the sand.
The aroma mulls through the mind. A purple clot
Decorates the desert. Then fades. This was the libation.

Among your frequent journeys
Why did your send your companions
By ship while going yourself on foot?
Was it to feel the land's
Tilth, the desert sand
And the rock's grain, conducive
To the spirit's soaring, the soul's
Grasping; and the silence needed
To go aside and rest a while
Close only to your Lord and Master?