Day: December 14, 2018

Golden clouds of fire

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from   a man

I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath

 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath

And so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk

I am not idle

I am not idle though I do no thing
For reverie takes place when we relax
I learn from these wild blackbirds how   to sing

I   am savouring all my past doings
Wandering through wild woods on hidden tracks
I am not idle though I make no thing

Do butterflies feel sad they no wage bring
As Oxford students revel in the Backs?
I learn from gay wild blackbirds how   to sing

I hear the  bells of  heaven softly ring
As  the mother gives her baby suck
I am not poor though I  possess no thing

At  Christ’s Mass we see the food he brings
His torn body bleeding  left its track
I weep with  dear wild blackbirds  as they sing

In the world he made there is a crack
We cannot mend it nor put evil back
I am not idle though I do no thing
I learn from  contemplation how  life stings

 

With diligence, I indolently rest

With diligence I indolently rest
Keen to hear  the songs within my  heart
Idle  is my mind to clever tests
I watch bright fish as round  the sea they dart.

Living to my own time all serene
Not rushing to help others  who demand
Attentive to the deep and  its dark  beat
The music of the soul,  I understand

Lying is a daydream , reverie
Relaxed,I watch  for what may   come my way
What to choose, what sentences  shall be
Oh, fleeting images  which one   to  take?

Slow and patient like the worms  and snails
We learn  to see and so with words beguile