Day: May 27, 2023

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light

Lighten our darkness
K’s photo

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light.
In the forests of the night.
You keep me on the path I follow
I know you’ll still be here tomorrow.
You’re my lodestar,you’re my light
When the darkness takes my sight
You’re my companion, another self.
You have knowledge, spiritual wealth.
You have wondered,you have thought,
In meditation your soul was wrought.
You are there when I’m in need.
You don’t allow my fears to breed.
Your sweet touch brings me such peace
 My  angst  and torment both will cease.

You’re my lodestar,you’re my light.
You’ve helped me through the darkest nights

The first step

Attracted by the window and the light
I walked towards it, those were my  first steps
The memory of an act  creates insight

Oh,mother I can leave you,I can fight
Now I move and noone can me stop
Desirous of the window and the light

Implicit in the action is the flight
Growing is not smooth, it is abrupt
The memory of an act  creates insight

Yet somewhere other, there is greater might
That one day caused me angst, that made me trip
Humbled by the window and the light

After every day, there comes a night
Abjection is the cup that each must sip
The repeating of an act  creates insight

Children are  not injured when they slip
When they rise, they quickly can forget
Attracted by the window and the sight
We all must stand and walk but  in curved lines

 

 

The holy dove

At Whitsuntide we celebrate
The Holy Dove who will remake
The life within the human soul
With clear intent to make us whole
For our life is no mistake
We’re here to live, be not afraid
For virtue is why we are made
But also laughter, be not staid
At Whitsuntide
Some are silent ,some create
Some are cruel and devastate
We tell stories new and old
The dove brings peace which us enfolds
At Whitsuntide

I wish that you were here

I wish that you were here

I wish you were still living
I wish you were still here
I was making you a cup of tea
You were sitting near

I put it down beside you
On the table top
But before we could drink it
We heard a heavy knock

The woman came in boldly
With a spirit black and sheer
She wanted to assess you
But Death had come with her

Death was dancing like her shadow
She was its chosen host
You never drank that cup of tea
That’s what hurts me most

For a married couple
Sitting side by side
Having a nice cup of tea
Is nothing to deride

Meals and drinks form structures
For the sick and frail
You were happy in your old brown chair
I feel that I have failed

I should have kept that woman out
I see her mocking face
Death hid itself just by the porch
She left me here defaced

Eight days later on the phone
She heard my quivering voice
Told me to get therapy
Mourning is for ghosts

We cannot grieve and weep these days
For all emotion’s wrong
We need to be schizoid
Our affect flatly flung

Come back,John, and have your tea
I’m still warming the pot
If that woman comes again
I’ll baptise her with the lot

I miss you, how I miss you!
I only have your dust
I keep you in my heart for sure
I miss the love and trust