Hold Fast

Hold Fast

Hold fast to the truth
the light of the sun
the promise of spring
to the new bloom
to living water
that flows from your dreams
to the wonder of a child
not bitten by life's poison.
Hold fast to your self
to the truth that never dies
to the song in your heart.
Hold fast to pure love
forgiveness
hope
obsured by the clouds
that part to let it through.
Hold fast to those
who want the best for you
and do the best they can
especially when they disappoint you.
Hold on to what you have
do not lose contact
with what makes you, you
to what keeps you sane
that brings you back
again and again
from the cold pelting rains.
Hold fast and don't let go...

Keeping it Real

Keeping It Real

I have been designed many times:
who I am
who I should be 
who I was meant to be.
But none asked  
what I am to me
what I was meant to be
or what I see in me.

They count the years
and fuel my fears
with their unasked for expectations.
No one seems willing
for me to be me -
They will say they do-

      There is the lie.

They can't handle the truth of me.
And so they see what they want to see
the maddening fever of their mirage.
So
they polish up and shine
the me they designed
and leave me to languish,
wasted 
dusty
on the shelf.
There I sit
after having been split
by good intentions
and kind words,
struggling to reassemble myself
while you nurture a leprechaun elf.

Reputation

Reputation

There goes the lie
on spindly legs.
It crawls
about 
trying to find a route
out of the doubts
that it may not be who it seems.

The Lie:
We must protect Reputation - 
at all cost:
kill if you must
steal, fight and cuss.
But don't let out
the truth of what it is...

Constructed to please the crowd
now a monster too proud
to be cowed by humilty.
Knees stiffened
back straight
eyes fixed on success' frivolities.
Now it goes through the door 
Head held high
headed for the gate
that leads straight to hades.

Humility stand just a way off,
waiting for those who seek,
waiting for those who are meek.

Pure Faith

Pure Faith

I stand on a mountain
covered compeltely.
Unable to see
I stand still
waiting
watching,
for God's degree.
I don't know what is ahead
but I know what I left behind:
a tratious mob
shouting for my decline,
masked transient beings
who seem true and real
until you check your progress
and realise
they were always a part of your ordeals.
So here I have come
to see what I will become
when I step off the edge,
 die to fear
and live in pure faith.

Where is Your Armor?

Where is Your Armor?

You are a valiant soldier.
You were chosen
to complete this mission
and you will
with God's great vision.
What you need now-
is your Armor.
You need the belt of truth,
to brace against stealthy lies.
You need the breatplate of righteousness,
to live honorably
and ward off sins.
You need the gospel of peace,
to speak truth against those who deceive.
You need the shield of faith,
against pesky doubts that try to inflame
fear, hate and anxiety.
You need the helmet of salvation,
to protect your mind
so on your soul sin will not dine.
You need the sword of the spirit,
God's words that slices through
even the thickest fog of gloom and doom.
Now you are equipped
with all you need.
With a triumphant heart
you can now proceed.

Honesty

Honesty

Honesty says
yes she was self-serving in serving.
Honesty says
yes she tried 
to get ahead 
on top of your head.
Honesty says
yes I made many mistakes
and was blinded
by pride.

But - 
 she is ready to make an effort
to be better
do better
and remain honest
that she is imperfect.

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...