continuing misery

maybe you are not really there

and my coming to you is to go nowhere

or perhaps, you are indeed there

but deaf, with my speech to go nowhere

maybe you are certainly not deaf

but a different language from yours, i speak

it is possible you and i speak one language

but to you i remain an alien due to my accent

combination of all the above too is possible

but it is the elimination of the cause i expect

at the end, however, still lingers my misery

with none, not even you to make it less

henry victor     21.08.2002

grace to serve

my love for winged creatures

dragged me into the wilderness

the home of the wild beasts

my focus on feathers blinded

me utterly until i was just behind

the lioness following a little rabbit

now aware of grace

that saved me i quickly climbed

a wall to walk out of the wilds

only to encounter a tiger

that graciously gave me

just a mere eye contact

and let me walk through

dodging a herd of elephants

i may save my brother pursued

by two domestic wild angry dogs!

henry victor      02.03.2007

 

end of my claim

the tiger, i said, is a creature of habit

hunting down, unlike me

with no concern to abstract

that thought

a compassion for his prey

despite senses acute

his is an insensate brain

with limited memory

and power of prediction

until into his mouth

went my brainy brain

and there did end all my claim

© henry victor           20.09.2004

 

 

time and need

extremely poor have no time for you

neither do they have need for eternity

when this one single life weighs so heavy

and leave no space for ease or rest

extremely rich have no need of you

neither do they have need for eternity

when they have all in one single life

with much time for ease and rest

it’s i who am neither rich nor poor

has need and time for you in excess

for i have fear i may end up poor

with that desire to imitate the rich

© henry victor     29.04.2003

always something there

sure, there is always something there

to clean up, to be made straight

i am aware that you are perfect

and perfection is that towards which
you gently, and often not so gently
tug me, nudge me and push me

but my perfection is dependent

on your all-pervading presence
that your hand may re-make
and re-mould my inner person

my being has been corrupted by the world

with much filth, and in turn
my soul, with much dirt, too has polluted
the world you created so beautifully

so, again i plead for your covering

my soul, with your gentle hovering
over my every moment and every space
that i escape not from your presence

your presence is your providence,

the fertile soil in which my soul
thrives like a tree planted by the brook
yielding fruit in season and out of season
with no withered branch, nor leaf
drooping to taint your glory

 

freedom

knowing not from where i came
or to where i am going, in confusion
i called the freedom to wash feet
of another my servitude

now lying naked with more naked

whom i freely choose letting
them freely caress my sensitive
spots i embrace enslavement

my being is blind to the line

dividing freedom that comes
from embracing a responsibility
but with joy and pleasures, lust

09.08.2012