Rambling
Games
Work
Money
Stress
What’s
it all about?
Greed
Compassion
Selfishness
Love
What
does it all mean?
Joy
Pain
Hope
Truth
Does
it matter?
Stocks
Bankruptcy
Interest
Debt
Is
that all there is?
Good
Evil
Hope
Despair
Is
there a way out?
Creation
God
Jesus
Salvation
Yes
there is!
23rd
January 2009, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America
Clear
Blue Sky
Looking
down from a clear blue sky
Is
this how angels view
The
earth below?
How
many changes they must have seen
From
the paradise of Eden
To
the waste of World War II
I
wonder what they think
Of
what I now see:
The
skyline of Manhattan
Trying
to reach their home,
The
docks of New Jersey
Monstrous
human creations
Or
the splendour of Giants Stadium
A
new church for so many?
I am
sure they think
“What
has man done
To
the beautiful paradise
They
once saw below.”
The human
creations failing in so many ways
To
reflect that of The Creator they adore.
Looking
down from a clear blue sky
I am
in awe of the vastness below
Created
by humans, so imperfect
Created
by God, so perfect.
I wonder
what God Himself
Thinks
of man’s works below?
14th
June 2008, Newark, New Jersey, United States of America
Airport
– Again
Different
faces
Different
places
Look
familiar
Although
never seen before.
Laptops
typing
Pages
turning
Or
cell phones talking
P.A.
announces
Robotic
sounding
Flights
are cancelled
Or
delayed
Temperature
hot and dry
Different
places
All
the same.
26th
March 2008, White Plains, New York, United States of America.
I’m
Only A Kid
I’m only
a kid
From
the North-East of England
Were
folks are just
So
down to earth.
No
one leaves that small world.
Why would
they?
Everything
you need is there.
Why
then have I just driven
Down
Sunset Boulevard shadowed
By
the Hollywood sign?
I
lived under the arch
Of the
Golden Gate
And
passed miles by miles
On Texas
blue bonnet highways.
How
did I manage to stroll
Along
large Parisian boulevards
Gazed
at St. Petersburg’s glory
And
the coral filled Sri Lankan seas
And
live in the bright lights
Of
London Town?
Because
I am blessed
And
humbled by the Almighty God
As His
path I’ve tried to follow
Each
day He leads and guides
Even
though I’m a kid
From
the North-East of England!
9th
January 2008, Los Angeles, California, United States of America
The
Woods
Sitting
high above
The
vista of green
With
a tinge of gold and red
All
quiet and peaceful
Nothing
around.
A
crack, rustle,
Breath
of wind
Or an
unknown creature
Hiding,
hunting, pouncing?
Just
the image of creation
Giving
a glimpse of the artist palette
Before
he starts
And
mixes the colours
Applying
the paints with the vision
In
his mind completed
Draws
fame and praise.
However,
sitting high above
The
original inspiration
The
composition pales into nothing.
The
first is best
The
great Creators mind
Is
all we need to see
And
praise!!
10th
October 2007, Cherry Log, Georgia, United States of America
Good
Friday
As
His broken body
Hung
from the cross
The sky
black
The
earthquake shaking the land
Ripping
into half the temple curtain
“It
is finished”
He
screams.
The
quiet.
The
Messiah, the dreams
Hanging
there limp
All
over?
The
Son of God
Put
there by everyone
All
our hope gone
We’re
so empty
We’re
dead with Him.
However,
the perfection of Him
Rips
the veil between us and God
As
He rises in victory
The
ripped curtain now the path
To hope
To
life
To
Him
We
believe!!
16th
September 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America.
Nilla’s
Vacation
How
cool is this?
I’m
in the car with my people
And
all the bags are packed.
Normally
I don’t like them
‘Cause
it means they’re leaving
Me
behind.
This
time I’m with them
But it
takes forever
On
and on in the car
It’s
exciting and so tiring
So I
try to sleep
Most
of the way.
They
didn’t bring the cats
Not even
Jubilee
It’s
just me and my people
A
long, long way away.
I
get to sleep on a bed
And
eat treats all day.
Daddy
takes me walkies
But it’s
very, very dark.
I
get to eat at a restaurant
My
own special ordered food.
How
cool is this?
I’m on vacation with my folks!
29th
May 2007, Ellijay, Georgia, United States of America.
The
Jigsaw Puzzle
Sitting
across from you
As
you concentrate
On
the jigsaw in front of you
I realize
once again
How
much I love the girl
Who
said “I do”
Ten
years ago
That
love reflected
In
such a simple thing
As your
radiant face
Whilst
you work
On
that puzzle.
28th May
2007, Ellijay, Georgia, United States of America.
Poets
Inspiration II
I
wrote many years ago
How
when in the Lake District
Of merry
old England
That
inspired the great poets
Like
Wordsworth, Tennyson and Keats
How
I understood
Where
their creations
Could
come from
So deep
inside
Inspired
by the hills,
Lakes
and trees.
As I
sit here
Surrounded
by trees,
Mountains
and clouds
Rolling
in over the peak,
I
feel the same.
My mind
has peace
But,
ideas are flowing
Circulating
around and around
With
thoughts of love,
Nature
and joy.
The
inspiration as
Those
of old.
A
new continent,
Different
hills
The
lakes replaced by Appalachians
With
God’s glory.
Reflections
just the same
Inspiring
just the same
If
only my words could portray
Just
a fraction of what I see
And
what I feel!
28th
May 2007, Ellijay, Georgia, United States of America
Vacation
Morning
Waking
up
No alarm
ringing
Its light
Not
dark
I
don’t have to
Jump
out of bed
And
straight into the shower
I
can take my time
What
to eat for breakfast?
And
eat leisurely
No
phone ringing
No
e-mail beeping
Just
peace and quiet
I’ll
read
I’ll
write
Spend
time with my wife
No worries
No
stress
Just
me
My thoughts
My
time!
Real
Dark
Away
from the city
Not
a glare in the sky
I
can’t see my hand
In
front of my face.
The
noises that surround
Of
wind, birds and bees
Seem
so loud and clear
As
if they did not exist before.
Time
moves so slow
Without
a pressing need
Except
to enjoy and listen
To
the world all around.
Although
it’s “real” dark at night
A
light is triggered within
As
God’s created world
Comes
back in to sight.
Away
from the city
Not
a glare in the sky
Not
a man-made sound
Peace
is where we are!!
27th
May 2007, Ellijay, Georgia, United States of America
What
Would I Feel? V – Easter Sunday
What
would I feel
That
Sunday morn
When
the woman came running from the tomb
And
said they’d seen the risen Lord?
Would
I believe?
Or
would I doubt, call them crazy and walk away?
What
would I feel
If I’d
been on the road travelling
When
He’s joined the walk?
Would
I realize who it was?
What
would I feel
In
the room with the disciples
When
He appeared again
And
we could touch His wounds
As
He shared our meal
As
He explained the Scripture?
Would
I finally understand
Who
He was
What
His mission was
And
that He is the Son of God?
9th
April 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America
What
Would I Feel? IV – Easter Sunday
What
would I feel?
That
Saturday when it was all over,
The
cross empty on the hill,
The
stone over the entrance of the full grave?
Would
I have walked away,
Back
to my life before He came?
Would
I hide, afraid to proclaim
That
I was one of His?
Would
I have met with the other followers
Uncertain
what to do next?
Would
I have understood His teaching
As
to what was going to happen next morn’?
6th
April 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America.
What
Would I Feel? III – Good Friday
What
would I feel
If I’d
been with Him that fateful day?
Would
I run and hide?
Would
I, like Peter denied
The
one whom I’d followed all these years?
Would
I be at the foot of the cross
With
Mary His mother?
Would
I have joined in the joke
“If
you’re the King of the Jews get us down from here”?
What
would I feel
When
through the agony and suffering
He
cried “Father forgive them”?
Or
when He shouted
“It
is finished”.
Would
I be amazed like the centurion
And say
“Surely this is the Son of God”
Or
would I slink away
Scared,
frightened, confused with dreams broken?
Would
I understand the event the happened
And
that would continue to play out?
6th
April 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America
