For humans will protect themselves and pass

In my own small room I was alone 

There was no one there to make it home. 

In bleak despair I gazed with sightless eyes.

For no more would I see the one who died. 

I had no hope in any human aid. 

I had tried them all till hope decayed

My heart of body filled with bitter pain

I was in despair again, again 

I saw you in the corner by the chair 

A sphere of light a glow so  bright and fair 

Without a word, I felt you love’s embrace

You alone could tolerate my face.

For  humans will protect themselves and pass

Jesus in the Garden,on the Cross.

Enfolded and made warm by love’s own heart 

Could I regret despair which made this start?

We may not always see the face of God

Mightier than the mountains was his blood.

Love is underneath and can’t be seen

There is no need for faith nor what it means 

I did not lift my head

Drawn towards the tunnel deep and dark

if I entered then my life was done 

My voice was mute my choices few and stark

I looked for help but no help  had then come 

Paralysed by grief and fear I stayed

The time went by and I sat still and dumb

I did not lift my head nor say a prayer.

Until I learned a golden light had  come

I was wrapped in love and comfort warm.

No words were spoken yet I seem to hear

I felt absorbed in love and held in calm.

Turn back to Life he said for I am near.

He changed my heart because it had turned black

Love had entered through  a little crack

Jesus must be free

Jesus does not live within the church

Like the wild birds of the sky he’s free

Jesus is in no parrot with a perch

Nor does he require a bended knee

In the ancient buildings there’s some air

Quiet years of prayer have left a mark.

Yet its sad destructions caused despair.

The abbot of old Glastonbury stark

The restless ashes spread as in the air

The winds of love are heartless yet demure

Would it be a way to make things fair?

If there is a God he must be there.

Not with those who scandal eyes the poor

Soon they’ll have no shoes nor much to wear

Whores do not pay tax, oh what allure.

Christ and Mary Magdalene come by

How economics causes men to lie

The power of mathematics made the bomb

Soon the the earth shall burn to kingdom come.

Like a river

Life goes on like a river flowing.So we need to flow too even if we have to navigate rocks and boulders.Sometimes it’s easy flowing downhill but landslips may block the way.But the water keeps pushing and finds a way round all obstacles.

Sometimes we may suffer and even despair.In ancient books we read that God can touch us at that moment

.It’s hard to describe but wait on God .Simone Weil wrote a book called “Waiting on God”

I find it interesting to use the words wait on in different ways.