Tag: Christian poetry

The Fruitless Life

The Fruitless Life

Down a dark desolate lane
devoid of colour
forever grey
to a railway where 
no one comes
except the tramps
who pick at decaying crumbs.
The fruitless life...

The streams dried up
drought has taken its toll
and what once was new
is now old
and you sit in the cold
youth half decayed.
The fruitless life...

First fruit no more
that blossoms sure,
for all has been swept away
all perish.
The fruitless life...

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.

Spring of Living Water

Sping of Living Water

The Spring of living water
tramples the dust,
makes it nothing.
That which was a cloud 
of doom,
doomed to be no more.
Heal me with water
that springs into a fountain
and floods the wasteland.
Shower me with the tears
of the storm, 
that revive the sould and give life.
When uncertainty rises over the horizon
to exact its revenge
then the water rushes through,
sweeps it out of view.

Spring forth,
and make all things new.

All Things

All Things

Do we know,
all things
work
for them good
of them 
that love 
the Lord?

Do we know love 
that does not deceive
or lie,
or hate?
Love that does not descriminate?
You will never fail
for you were born to prevail
against the strongest gale
that comes to tear you down.
Laugh like the chiming breeze
laugh bold and loud
and exhale.
All things are working for your good.