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.
The moon blinks its way onto the world.
The clouds part and the countryside below
is cloaked in its soft silvery light.
Edges are no longer sharp but rounded.
Life is much softer.
A quiet descends.
Sounds that are usually masked by the
shrill and busyness of the day
can be heard once more.
Far off sounds travel further.
A blink of the eye and I am moved.
Moved to a time and place before.
Standing on a sandy hillside, a watcher.
Behind a blackened sky I see three criminals.
Sentenced by that time to its justice.
A justice enforced by man.
But this is special, time has no parameters.
This is a black and white world.
A world of grey.
All colour washed out by our sadness.
Faceless people walk grey streets,
each not acknowledging the other.
All looking in upon themselves.
Unseeing eyes turned inward.