Month: August 2019

Of all the questions
that have no answers,
there is one that
weeps beside
my dying friends,
makes a liar of my
hopeful expectation,
casts a doubt upon
this claimed interpretation.

It is hard to love
in the face of a bullet
in the flames of the arsonist
in the terror of the tormentor
in the violence of the rapist
in the hatred of the hater
in the mania of the zealot;
‘Blessed are you…’,
seems not an easy yoke.

The hour is fast approaching
The key will surely turn
And in our hearts the home fires
Will slowly start to burn.

Here endeth all wars
all hate, all killing,
all theft, all p labs,
all racism, all slavery,
all oppression, all poverty,
all violence, all dishonesty;
profoundly simple can be the end,
‘love one another
as I have loved you’.

It needed no policy formulated,
no political persuasion
of the right or of left,
no lobby groups
or ideological agendas;
profoundly simple were the words –
‘do unto others
as you would have them do unto you.’

The young men
play on their digital gadgets,
distracted, unaware that
they have been groomed
as fodder for socialist
enslavement policies
that seek to create
a new world order
of sand castles
built on the tide line.

‘Give life,’
whispered the wind
weaving through fields
of white bones,
white crosses, red flowers
surgical gowns and buckets
made of stainless steel;
give life – do not take it.

He looks after her
with the patience of
a very patient person,
he takes her shopping
visits and holds her hand
as the darkness falls;
she is largely unaware
of all that he does
or that many years ago,
she looked after him.

The mix of sun and cloud and wind
Played lightly upon my goose bumped-skin
And in my closed eyes I felt all things
Moving but not moving
Sleeping but not sleeping
Here at last, I was one with everything.

I came to the end of my doing
and sat with the children
with the wind in our faces
whipping up from the choppy tide
holding tightly to the shore;
all my doing came simply to this.