I can’t pass the written English exam for immigrants because I rarely use punctuation marks.They annoy me
But it you were born here it is alright.Is that fair?
There’s many a comma twixt failure and success
If you don’t know, you will just have to guess
You may get it right, you may get it wrong.
Put that new comma right where it belongs
The tree is stretching upwards to the sun
Soon its fruiting year will have begun
Beige sky lightens with a hint of blue
On the leaves a coat of frosty dew.
One friend became an atheist till her grandson got cancer
Then she prayed
Let him get Better and I will start going to church again
Do we think God needs us to go to church?
He needs us to help the poor starving, suffering, lonely
Going to Church is for the Church
Did Jesus plan to build a Church?
It is ridiculous
I saw you struggling with your walking frame
Guessed that you must suffer too much pain
I smiled because you caught my sidewards glance
Then your face too by smiling was enhanced
So often older people are ignored
Lost and lonely hidden at the core
Once this man fought in a major war
I hope by some fine friend he was restored
I saw him disappearing down the road
His posture more erect, his back less bowed
And in my heart I felt the smiling too
Enchanted by the essence , by the cue.
I got on a bus, ignored my phone,
Smiling still I pushed the door key home
In the sun the branches look quite red
Yet in the . winter rain they looked near dead
Hope can spring up like the holy sap
Bring life again and cross the fearsome gap.
With our courage let us walk ahead
Until the sacred river and our bed
The sun is bright and golden though it’s low
To the dead it cannot life bestow
But seeds are resting in the fertile earth
Waiting for the moment of new
In the near dead time of winter chill
Have faith and hope but also we need will
After virtue comes the longed for Fall
Man can sin and noone is appalled
Faith of any kind is hard to find
Decisions founder in the deeps of mind.
Proud in self esteem we boast and preen
Caesar smiles then vomits on the Queen
Cold from storming rain and full of mud
The river Lea in winter turns to flood
Across the Abbey Meadows rings the bell
Brings back the ghosts, bring back the holy spell
King Harald lost his crown and all his land
The Norman Vikings, men with bloody hands