On an island midst the sea she stands.
Around her the blue-grey labyrinth of
walls and gates extend.
High walls that all but exclude the sun.
Deep shadows do they throw.
There are places where the sun cannot shine.
The chill of these places reaches to her bones.
She pulls her cloak tighter.
Not one of my poems this time, but rather the lyrics to a song which literally stopped me in my tracks when I first heard it at our mid-week small group.
It was during a time of worship at the end of the meeting that I first heard this via a You Tube clip. Rather than try and pick up the lyrics and sing along all I could do was listen and drink in what the lyrics were saying. There are times (not many I admit) when a worship song so arrests my attention that I cannot sing. I just have to listen.
However that was not it. Over the coming days and weeks I just cannot get these lyrics out of my mind. Almost every time I listen to it I have to stop what I’m doing.
Black as ink the lake extends.
As still as night it sits.
Low grey clouds obscure the sun.
Colour is reduced, greyness wins.
Its cold tentacles enfold my soul and body.
Its icy fingers enclose my form.
All that moves are the ripples from
the tears as they drip silently into the water.
Silent, expanding ripples as I sit alone on the jetty.
This has been on my heart for a while now. I was going to “do this tomorrow” but felt God led me to stop prevaricating and DO IT NOW so here goes.
Why am I writing this? Basically to encourage everyone/anyone to step out and “have a go” if you think God is prompting you to do something. God loves us unconditionally, will still love us even if we make a mistake. He know our struggles and he knows that we are human! However he will find it much easier to direct a moving ship.
This is something I do not want to write.
I want to turn my back on it.
To look away.
To close the door.
I do not want to go here.
But your hand compels mine.
Wherever I turn I see you.
You gently remind me of what I need to write.
The wooden shack stands on the shore of the lake.
Half in, half out.
Supported on its stilts it is neither of
one world nor the other.
It bridges between worlds.
I have to apologise.
I realise that it’s been months since I last posted anything – sorry.
I could come up with a list of good/reasonable excuses but, to be honest, I’ve been struggling to find the right balance between uploading my back catalogue, writing new poems and being a good husband and father.