Oh to run with the naivety of youth,
To jump, dive
and explore
with abandon.
Oh to embrace and experience
Life!
To touch and feel its pleasures and joys.
Oh to try, fail and try again.
Oh to be blind to the cliffs and canyons
of indelible experiences.
Oh to run …
The old head says,
“Wait,
Be careful,
Listen,
Stop!”
The old head remembers the pain
of jumping, running and diving.
The sorrow of embracing.
The old head wishes
that once again,
he could run with the naivety
of youth.
Kitchen busy,
Mixer whirring,
Aromas wafting.
Coffee percolating,
Tea brewing.
…
Family humming.
I love Saturday night!
Narcissus was so obsessed with his reflection in a pool of water that he was unable to leave -and died.
If you are one in a million, that means there are over 6000 people just like you!
The mirror, The reflective shop front windows: … adjust the hair, pout the lips. The models, the clothes: … it’s all about me. The reality TV show, Those 15 minutes of fame: “My! I am attractive.” “Oh, I deserve it.” “Gorgeous/Spunky!” (you choose) “I AM the most important person in the world.” “I AM special”. “I AM Unique.” … Giving, Sharing, Co-operating, Putting the other first, Team, Body life, Fellowship. … Life sucking. Life giving. Your choice.
No.
Maybe more.
Faces for all occasions.
The private and public.
For friends and not so friends
For family and others not so close.
…
There is a game I play
We all play,
Where the depths
Thoughts and pains,
The awkward feelings and fears
Angers and spites
Are only on display,
at best, for some.
… maybe none.
…
A bright “Hello”
A hearty joke
Bonhommie is the display window.
The Soul, the heart are cloaked in rooms behind.
…
But You see,
You know,
Even the things I hide with excuses,
and bluster.
You cut through the darkness and
All is revealled, displayed and laid out
To Your eyes and Your heart.
…
I mumble “Thankyou”.
Even if I didn’t want You to look.
I am honest with You.
Not because I want to be.
But in You I can’t hide
My many masks.
Detail from the font in Winchester Cathedral
Piled upon the others …
Your little sin
Piled upon yours …
Their little sin
Upon theirs:
Each, seemingly,
So insignificant,
So minuscule,
But daily,
Weekly,
Yearly,
They grow and grow.
The heap rises to the depths.
It blots out the light of God.
Darkness descends,
Until the cross …
Until the Grace …
Until the Sacrifice
… breaks through.
How vast the canyon
Riven by me
Between us.
How prohibitive the distance
That I have stretched
Between us.
How impossible the mountain
My brokenness has heaped
Between us.
But the cross
Bridges,
Restores
And surmounts
All my sin has accrued.
My Amen …
… beyond words.
Slyly it lures and entices.
Whispers and cajoles.
“You will know the truth.”
“You will not die.”
“You will be like God!”
“Bite, chew, enjoy!”
“Savour the taste.”
…
The world still tugs, wrenches and lures. Double minded heart. Dissembling mind.…
The drag and pull relentless, But life is at hand. The Calvary comes, Spirit descends. Still at war … … but my side is winning.
Travels from Ur 