Position Yourself

Position Yourself

Position Yourself
and find the place
where you can occupy the space
intended for you.
Position yourself
to accept your calling
knowing that in the morning
you will know your calling.
Position yourself
ease into your place
and be still in that time
that you will find sublime,
sublimely yours.
Feel, know and hear the whispers
of truth 
denied in the lies of death.
Position yourself,
stand firm,
hold your position,
for the battle is not yours...

Betrayal

Betrayal

et tu Brutus?
Was a wound ever so deep?
"Ista quidem vis est!"
But the damage was done.
Faster than the bullet from a gun
love, trust and camaraderie condemned
never to rise again.
On the tree of misguided self-righteousness
a single groan signaled the end
no more words uttered.

Let us mourn what was
that is no more.
What could have been
now stunted within the sin
of betrayal.
Now I must shed this skin
of innocence spun in deceit.
Now to get the salt and pepper
not to kill you -
but to find something new
something that is true...

Vanity!

Vanity!

Vanity!
All is vanity!
The world is a cesspool 
of vanity.
What does it profit a man
to gain paper that vanishes?
Woe
 all is a wasteland of vanity.
Walk the path set before you
look neither left nor right
least you stumble
lacking insight.
the babes are lambs to the slaughter,
future sons and daughter
lost to vanity.
All that is before you
vanishes on a breath
breathing death of temporance
when faced with timely delays.
Yea
know this,
the golden trappings of bliss
shimmers like fool's gold.

Peace

Peace

Like an avenging angel
from the east,
bright blue light streaks
across the evening sky.
It comes unanounced
unforseen and discreet
to spread a blanket of comforting signs.
No place is too far, deep, high or wide
that it cannot reach,
it must tear down diseased despair,
Peace:
my peace I give to you.
So no fear can reach
from anxieties you are released,
just believe
that you have received
this gift so precious
so vital to your increase.

Glory Bridge

Glory Bridge

Do you see me?
Can you feel me?
Don't despair
I am always here.
Crafted from your tears
I will appear
to colour your world
when the end seems near.
Do not look to me
to light your way.
For I bring life
and promise to rainy days -
as sure as an olive branch.
To reach you I have to bend 
separate and come back together 
again.
The light does come through
but this is what is true:
I must come
to chase away the grey
keep hopelessness at bay
and bring a promise your way.
I will carry you across the byways 
all the highways, through each maze.
woven into each colour is a gift of grace.

You shall never be alone.


What is Your Motive?

What is Your Motive?

I see you
but are you real?
You smile
but it's crooked.
The light
is not in your eyes.
All that you do is a lie.

You come as a friend
to see what you can get
you are not content
to be in the stands,
destructive and wicked plans
salute you on command.

You give me roses
littered with thorns.
Be who you are:
show me what you can do.

Foreigner in a Weary Land

Foreigner in a Weary Land

I am a foreigner,
here on this dirt.
I am but a stranger
allowed to wander in the desert.
among those who are no greater
but no less.

Love me for what I do not possess
no fine things to dazzle and oppress.
I misguided left my father's house
and have experienced many a droughts.

But here I am a stranger still
trying to find out what is God's will.
You all are mine
and I am yours
from this time till forever more.

Here, I sit
upon a rock,
and dream and shift
seemingly tossed about to drift.
Yet all along as I go and come
I never forget whence I am from,
and to whom I belong.