My prayer is for today And yesterday and tomorrow, For every lost soul counting time, Standing rooted to the spot. Perhaps one day you’ll learn To get on the road And into the headlights Of a truckload of realisation, That may, somewhat ironically, Bring you back to life. For more Poetry, click here. For moreContinue reading “My Prayer. A poem.”
Too many regrets upon my worn and well-used slate, to be reviewed when l stand alone at Heaven’s gate. No just reward for me, I’m told. The chains won’t break that bind me to this certain and uncertain fate. I’ve tried my best, or so I thought. Never too late to reverse the course, toContinue reading “Too Many. A poem.”
In the wake of now, Blessed are the peacemakers And the sanctified. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to find out how to get your copy.
The call of creation Echoes in my mind, Oscillates in my ears, Reverberates in my soul. This call cannot go unanswered; It is the call of wild and reckless abandon, The puissant grace of the cheetah And the wind rustling the reeds. Every word and image Cast upon the page and melded with my veryContinue reading “The Creator’s Call. A poem.”
Line cast before the storm, Sent and received Let waters churn Offer up your burdens And your soothing grace So that the tide might carry All concerns beyond This harbour’s boundaries And out into the wide And yearning sea. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered andContinue reading “Cast. A poem.”
The elixir that drowns is a draught without measure, a flood like no other, an unstoppable well. ‘Tis the sweetest lifeblood, and an undying treasure brings me all the more closer to the place where He dwells. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The AllContinue reading “Elixir. A poem.”
My favourite Christmas carol (okay, it’s only part of it, but I still love it!) Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant, so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. Merry Christmas, one and all. May we find grace, joy,Continue reading “Merry Christmas to all!”
The essence of humility Is all I ever need of be Humble is as humble does The other side of piety. I am forever in Your debt, my honour long impugned, you see. You paved the road with grace for me to be remade from aimless sin. For more of my poetry, check out TheContinue reading “Humble. A poem.”
Am I mad and destitute on this anxious road to success? Or am I lost and found again in artless vanity and regret? Is this path I walk alone of the living and the dead? Or a marathon that leads me on far from a shameful mess? Do you hear my silken cries or feelContinue reading “Tonight. A poem.”
I left myself in such a mess, recovery mode and nothing less. Drowned my sorrows in emptiness, succumbed to my own thoughtlessness. But now I see the road ahead. You light my way to more than this. I guess this all was just a test, Your way of saying “Just do your best”. Now, IContinue reading “Nothing Less. A poem.”
The Promise Holistic vision: a promise swaddled in truth. Future redemption. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. For more of my poetry, check outContinue reading “Haiku Friday: The Promise. A haiku.”
Before me is asphalt, an active metaphor. My journey’s just begun, never ending or undone, upon this path I’ll drive, forever sanctified. On the eternal road of life Your cross will be my guide. I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. ForContinue reading “Your Road. A poem.”
Upon the cross, through time inured You gave Your life, so pure and true. For mankind’s untold sins and strife, You left this world when time was nigh. Beyond the pale of man’s disgrace, bequeathed the world eternal grace. I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from myContinue reading “Eternal Grace. A poem.”
All my dreams returned to dust whence they sprang, embittered and tweeted into the ionosphere. I am guilty of a life lived lost, of times counted down but launched anew, in an empyrean embrace. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out howContinue reading “Anew. A poem.”
If I had my chance again, would I change the things I did? I am so invested in this pain, and have lost, yet gained so much, it was surely meant to be. And if I had my chance again, would it truly set me free? We only learn from hurt, it seems, from bitterContinue reading “Consequence. A poem.”
The sun shone through, my hope returned, and I drifted on rays of sutured miracles that stitched the dark and light together. And like the Creator Himself, brought me shining back to life. The All or the Nothing is my first book of poetry, and at just $5.99 for 62 poems, that’s less than 10Continue reading “Back to Life. A poem.”
Night, again and here I am, pondering the specificity of my unctuous requests, enraptured and Heaven-sent on the backs of clasped palms, no random incidental tests of charm. Every night I thank Him there, for faith and hope and grace, every single day I share. all part, this humble life under His long forgiving stare.Continue reading “Night, Again. A poem.”
You are my focus. Without you I am a blur, a hazy remnant lurking on the periphery of this sun-scorched existence. You are the prism through which I shine. You are my multiplicity of light, an enchanted, technicolour spectrum, illuminating my darkness, and showing me the way. The All or the Nothing is my firstContinue reading “Focus. A poem.”
The lights shining on the tree, the streets filled with gaiety, presents, goodwill; how it’s meant to be, not always reflecting reality. He was born on Earth, a miracle being. He lived and died, for us, you see. His loving grace, it set us free, so rejoice in Him, on this day of peace. Faith,Continue reading “Christmas. A poem.”
We all, a crescendo of broken hearts, slivered by degrees, like fractured performance art, played out in front of voyeuristic crowds for residual affirmation and a single denarius. Come join me in the circus round so that we may hug and huddle and consider matrices of dulled theatricality: that every cheering onlooker should feel asContinue reading “Crowd Pleasers. A poem.”
Abraxas, find me sullen and scathed. Take thy mighty vengeance and bury my soul with all the rest, deep below whence it won’t be found. And bellow my name from your golden walls, cast my pain in chromium steel upon pilaster seeds. Curse me forevermore. And here I will sleep In misery.
The King spoke upon the mount to thousands who’d come far. His words would change the world. Did he know how much? Yes, he did. The same way he knew He would be betrayed, and on his cross on Golgotha, His Father would forsake him, then raise Him from the dead. Did He know HisContinue reading “The King Spoke. A poem.”
I’m alone against the storm, wearing custom-fitted armour, courtesy of the Lord. I’m a lone wanderer in form, but my way is assured, courtesy of the Lord. I’m a fighter on the boards, wearing gloves of solid steel, courtesy of the Lord. And I’m invincible, a man of principles. Courtesy of the Lord. . IContinue reading “Invincible. A poem.”
Sometimes life kicks us hard. Then it kicks us even harder. While life is kicking us we have to learn to get up and either get out of the way or let that boot keep cracking our ribs.
That’s not actually what this post is about, but maybe it caught your attention. If so, please read my post about purpose and humility. And stupidity. You might even enjoy it 🙂
Ask and you shall receive Perhaps it’s meant to be Only God can say And His phone’s currently engaged But I’ll keep ringing In the hope I get through Because the answer Is everything
The stone moved The bonds broken The body gone All their fears unspoken They trembled The light shined Son of Man arisen Sin forever broken
I am promised eternal life But am I worthy? I have His grace And for this I am thankful But I still carry guilt For sins forgiven Something I Can’t forget or forgive And so I thank Him for His grace But I will carry this pain To my grave
My light and my guide Through deep waters wide Your beacon a warning Rocks and shoals in the night If I’m caught in the storm And blown far off course May your lighthouse deliver me For better or worse
You are the final piece Of this eternal puzzle The final piece To intersect And combine To make the parts Into the whole Bringing purpose And new life Complete
So, what are the rules of life? I guess, when it comes down to brass tacks (that’s an old-fashioned saying, youngsters, cause, I’m, like, a bit old and stuff), there aren’t really any. Or are there? I’m sounding suspiciously ambiguous and much less wise than I originally thought I would, but bear with me… NowContinue reading “Perspective.”
The yoke weighed heavily I toiled the fields of my responsibilities I saw others dance and play all day and night And I was filled with envy And I longed to cast it aside So that I too could be free And one day I did I cast the yoke unto the dirt And myContinue reading “The Yoke. A Poem.”
It’s a question One we all ask ourselves When no one else is there to ask When we think God is no longer listening When we feel low When we feel empty When we feel betrayed When we are hurt and in pain Why? Why me? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this?Continue reading “The Question. A poem.”
Forty days and forty nights A season in the abyss That will pass in time Bringing light to your dark An end to this injustice And a guiltless mind
The sum of all regrets Like dew drops in my hand Drying in the morning sun And leaving nothing left But the air I breathed That filled me up Was good enough Good enough
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that.
I’m taking a break from online dating. It’s just too depressing. Awkward, tiring and depressing. Big sigh.
I have loved pancakes for many years. Although I make no great claims regarding my epicurean knowledge or experiences, I like to think I’m a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to pancakes. I’ve had all types of strange and exotic mixes, with sides too varied and eccentric to list here.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars.
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human.
I joined up with a Christian online dating service a week or so back (get the lowdown on why, here). I received a contact from a lovely lady; we emailed back and forth, then texted, then spoke on the phone, and texted. We set up our first face-to-face meeting, to have coffee and see a movie together.