The Ocean-master, Lord of whale-routes,
Could come to be buffeted by winds,
Asleep on a boat.
But nothing could prevent
The Lord of wind and waves from
Making waves His path.
(Gearrannan junction 3 June 2022)
Confined to Israel, His recalcitrant people,
His grace ensured crumbs from the table
Reached Gentile dogs.
Birds had nests; and the foxes their earth;
Mem, palaces and hovels; but the Son of Man
Had no place on earth.
Yet what did it mean
To Him, that He could spend His nights
Abroad on the Mount of Olives?
(Stornoway, Loch Seaforth 4 June 2022)
Babes only He consorted with, fishers,
Yet His time and patience made them truly
The wise and prudent.
Thus the footsteps of Jesus funnelled
To Israel narrowed in His straitening
The city of the great King, Jerusalem;
How He desired that the murderous city
Should rather nestle to Him!
The Eternal One, entering His creation
Found the time limits He accepted
Meant His time must come.
(Loch Seaforth, The Minch)