Wednesday, 2 March 2022

ON THE BLACK LAKE

 

John, in his boat one grey autumn day

Bobbing on the lakes black water

His heart gripped by blackness

As he sobbed for the loss of his daughter

 

His blood ran cold through his veins

As he stared at the dark water there

Water that would welcome him

And end a life filled with despair

 

John’s life was as empty as his heart

Now his dear little girl was gone

That sweet yellow haired angel

Without her he just couldn’t go on

 

Then  calmness came upon the water

And he became suddenly aware

He was no longer alone in his boat

As he stared at the dark water there

 

The boat no longer bobbed on the lake

As he turned to look behind him

He saw God sitting in the stern

And on the shore stood two Seraphim

 

God sat with smiling countenance

His hair white as artic snow

His soft eyes just radiated love

And he emitted a warming glow

 

John stood silent before his god

As the boat drifted towards the shore 

And the black despair which gripped him

Left his body through every pore

 

Then Gods eyes looked toward the land

To where his brace of angels stood

And John was moved to do the same

And in that instant he understood

 

For stood between the angels

Was his sweet yellow haired girl

Her broken body once more whole

And a hallow sat above her curls

 

Though the heavenly father never spoke

John understood the meaning clear

His darling child made Cherubim was safe

And his time was not yet near

Then singing the songs of paradise

The Seraphim both ascended high

While his darling girl waved to him

And ascended herself into the sky

 

John turned towards the stern

As the boat bobbed on the lake again

But saw only an empty space

The king had returned to his domain

 

John, in his boat that grey autumn day

Bobbing on the lakes black water

Now felt at peace with himself

Though he still grieved for his darling daughter

 

The waters were not so black any more

And love displaced despair in his heart

Though he would always miss his angel

He knew they would not always be apart

I WENT TO A FUNERAL TODAY

I went to a funeral today

What a totally depressing day

In was a humanist service

Cold and utterly soulless

With some mumbling buffoon

Waffling on in monotone

A couple of poorly read poems

From some well-thumbed tomes

And ended in a fit of irony

To the tune of “stay with me”

He was not religious I will concede

But even a man lacking a creed

Should be launched into oblivion

To the sound of a rousing requiem

YESHUA (JESUS)

 

Yeshua, you are

Our hope of salvation

Dying for us

Our hope of glory

Living in us

 

Yeshua, you are

Our hope for the future

Living for you

Our hope for redemption

Alive in you

THANK YOU LORD FOR BEING THERE

Thank you Lord for being there

And bathing us in your blessed care

Thank you for all your blessings

And understanding my transgressing

Thank you for being the one

Who watches over my three sons

And my most wonderful wife

Thank you for being in my life

WHERE DO YOU STAND?

 

Just standing in a palace doesn’t make you a Tsar

Any more than standing in a garage makes you a car

It doesn’t make you a cook if you stand in a kitchen

So just going to church doesn't make you a Christian

JESUS

 

He travels the four winds

He is everywhere.

He is an ever present force

He is the one who cares

 

He is our strength

He is with us from the start

He gives us joy

He lives in our hearts

 

He is our hope

His heart is full of love

He repairs us

He is love

 

Jesus is the King of Kings

Who died for us

On that cross of pain

To cleanse us

Tuesday, 1 March 2022

SORROWFUL WEDNESDAY

Ashes are placed on the heads

Of worshipers on Ash Wednesday,

Either by being sprinkled or

More often the traditional way

By being marked as a visible cross

On their foreheads on the day 

AIDAN OF LINDISFARNE

  Saint Aidan of Lindisfarne Was an Irish missionary monk Who was credited in the 6th Century Of converting the Anglo-Saxons To Chri...