We sowed peace and got war
We sowed olive trees and got thorns.
So who is to blame,
The sower,
The seed
Or the field?
Friday, September 22, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Moonlit Christ looks quizzically
Down on a thousand eager artists
Tying His arms and legs
To easels loaded
With the dirty teeth of
Fame and desire.
The goat thuds into
His chest and the vulture
Unscrews His bones.
Cold lonely on an empty hillside
He is a figure just out of sight
As a woman hurries home
With her shopping
Worrying about the change,
When the lights go out
And she curses, looking for her keys.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Shadows
Take a pencil to draw,
And you realise
We are mostly made of shadow.
We are revealed by what we are not;
By shadows and doubt,
By hiding and illusion.
Perhaps this is why
God’s light is both alarming
And healing,
Painful and a balm.
It destroys
How we see ourselves
How we are shown,
Then reaches through shadow
To the heart.
And you realise
We are mostly made of shadow.
We are revealed by what we are not;
By shadows and doubt,
By hiding and illusion.
Perhaps this is why
God’s light is both alarming
And healing,
Painful and a balm.
It destroys
How we see ourselves
How we are shown,
Then reaches through shadow
To the heart.
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