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!

  

28^th 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!

                                                                        28^th May 2007, Ellijay, Georgia, United States of America

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!!

 

 

27^th 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?

 

9^th 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’?

   

6^th 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?

6^th April 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America

 

What Would I Feel? II – Maundy Thursday

 

What would I feel

If I was in that upper room with Him

As He got on His knees

And washed my feet?

Would it be pride that The King did this for me?

Would it be humility, embarrassment or shock?

What I understand what He was doing

And what would happen in the morn?

 

What would I feel

If I was in that upper room with Him

As He said He was betrayed

And called Judas out?

Would it be anger at one that was so close?

Would it be confusion, disbelief or fear?

What I understand what He was doing

And what would happen later that ev’en?

 

What would I feel

If I was in that upper room with Him?

As He broke bread

And drank the wine?

Would I eat and drink?

Would I see the love and pain in his eyes

And what it meant to all mankind?

 

 

                                 6^th April 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America.

-Richard