Against winter, nobody should preach
The icy cold,the wind and then the sleet
The seed must die before the growth can start
The simple garden has so much to teach.
In this way, we too repair our hearts.
The inner meetings of the soul and flesh.
Oh, winter
At the start the psyche is made flesh
The soul descends according to god’s wish
The mother’s arms create an inner nest
And thus the entire psyche is possessed
After penance comes the little fast.
Thus we have the love eternal blessed
Oh,summer
J
Against sadness:no-one here can weep
Nor lounge about in melancholy deep.
Was Van Gogh senseless to adore his muse.
For his masterpieces ,was the price too steep?
We see the yellow chair but not his views
Nor his mind where technique made such leaps.
Nor was his journey broadcast on the news.
Against sadness.
Happiness or joy is hard to find
When we rest, the News feefs on our minds
Yet some are cold towards the slaughtered priest
His nose a beak of bone in old face lined
Then Muslims went to Mass and join Christ’s feast
Against sadness.
What rages in the mind make men kill thus?
In Syrian wars the innocents fare worse.
But these are our near neighbours so we weep
And wonder how to end the frightening curse
The sins we once committed hold us deep
We hold our hands out wanting to be nursed
Against sadness
Once the Soviet troops were welcome there
In Auschwitz thousands.millions disappeared.
The Soviet Army came in winter’s chill
Nazis were advised to speed their cull
It was not only Jews gassed daily there
Gypsies,plotters also disappeared.
Can Christian faith permit such genocide?
On this ground, the Holy Spirit died.
What God exists depends upon our minds;
When we choose evil, what God can we find?
The end of Christianity came here,
As Christ was killed again in chamber bare
God is dead to us for we have sinned
Against the Holy Spirit whom we killed
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies
A world in which genocide has occurred can never be he same world.And it is not only the victims who suffer.It remains in our shared minds.
As with a nuclear bomb being used, the world is irretrievably changed
Now our mouths gape with horror and all that we have seen or known
But I didn’t like to mention it
Of crypto-theological progress Of humans rising from the humble worm Where is Evolution’s grand success? Those who are imperfect cause distress Soon we want to murder the deformed Oh! crypto-theological progress Evolution’s natural life works best Eugenics led to genocide in turn Who is Evolution’s grand success? Soon arose the measurements and tests As if no human being could discern. Oh! crypto-theological progress Is your IQ less than all the rest? Does testing impede children’s wish to learn? Where is Europe’s great evolved success?
See the Nazis and the books they burned Did any living people feel concern? Re crypto-theological progress Has Europe evolved yet into success?
Like a broken shell, our world has cracked
Whose the foot that heavily did tread?
Now we wander in this City sacked
Once worlds break how can we bring them back?
Must we mourn until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world has cracked
Where once stood towers the buildings lie down flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
As we wander in this City sacked
What New Messiah can find and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world has cracked
The death of God in Auschwitz on the Rack
The torture of the Arabs, children bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back
Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack
Like children’s gleaming tears in a bright sun
That can be dried respectful of the source
The points of light on holly leaves each shone
The pink horse chesnuts’ flowering has begun
May flows on to June as rivers course
As children’s gleaming tears drop in the sun
Nothing human should be broken,shunned
Yet evil screams till its sharp voice is hoarse
The points of light on holly leaves still shine
When we learn of genocide , it stuns
I was unborn, did not know of such force
As children’s greying tears dropped under sun
Each child is God, yet such vile acts are done
Anne Frank ‘s haunting memories now cursed
The points of light on holly leaves will wane
Where did our evil start,what makes it worse?
Unheld and hungry baby needing breast?
Like children’s golden tears in a black sun
The points of shame, the prickling leaves may win
Like a broken shell, our world has cracked
Whose the foot that heavily did tread?
Now we wander in this City sacked
Once worlds break how can we bring them back?
Must we mourn until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world has cracked
Where once stood towers the buildings lie down flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
As we wander in this City sacked
What New Messiah can find and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world has cracked
The death of God in Auschwitz on the Rack
The torture of the Arabs, children bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back
Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack
Where do tears come from,wet our eyes?
Where do griefs come from,where our sighs?
Will we have mourned enough one new day?
Where does love come from, what does love say?
Does even God weep, where are his eyes?
Does even God weep as more children die?
Where is the saviour, where is the Cross?
Knock down the churches, they are no loss.
Weep with the grieving weep with the lost
Weep tears of blood for we all know the cost.
See vultures circling, eating the dead.
Can you love Western culture when you see where it’s led?
See the poor children hungry in school.
The scientists have proved they themselves are the fools.
Economics and warfare developed our brains
We are the victims by new mathematics chained.
Bring me the music bring me the song
The rhythm of the future beats like a gong
How my heart sings 