Miraculous Grace

This time in your grace I sense a miracle
Enabling me to confidently walk
Between the growling angry dogs prowling
To tare me to pieces with their ugly teeth

I felt cool on my head, concluding in my heart
That that was your anointing with oil
In the presence of my enemies
Confirming that I speak from above with a call

I now pray that you give me that word to heal
As I tell and live the story of your constant grace
To those that have been stalking with satanic force
To establish the dismantling of your servant-kingdom

Walk with me with your invisible presence
As I walk through Golgotha, the darkest valley
That I may eventually stroll beyond my soul’s death
Into green pastures and drink from still waters

Henry Victor 10.03.2008

A Handy Vessel

I am an agnostic, now not sure
Whether I am clay in your hand
That hand of the cosmic potter
Or, in the hand of a dung roller
The beetle that thrives in shit!

But I am certain of that pain
Caused by continuous hard spin
And thrashing with smashing
Turning those primal elements
Within my soul to bleed to death!

There is one thing that echoes
And keeps constantly re-echoing:
Before it is too long, and my eyes
Fade to perceive effects in light
Will I become a handy vessel?

Henry Victor 23.04.2008

slow me down

million thoughts pass
through my mortal mind
including one that analyses
the veracity of calculation

i sit helplessly while cells
in brain spin like a wheel
with no brakes to bring stop
or, at least, slow it down

hence, i turn to you
the source of all speed
and no haste in pace
to induce in me calm

lead me to the silent planet
that stores no fret nor carries fear
transform my wits to that of a bear
who knows the smart art to hibernate

henry victor 07.04.2008

The Source of Peace!

While driving back to Fairview
I was, very strangely, relaxed
I stopped a few times
Just to watch the sky
To enjoy the beauty
And to let the colours
Of the sky make imprints
On my mind while I also
Clicked a few digital prints

On quiet reflection
I saw the source of paint
With varied shades
As the rising sun
But an overcast, like
A dominating woman
Refusing joy to those around
Swallow all tint that hint
That greater peace with grace

Henry Victor 05.02.2008

I Saw You Hanging

Jesus, I saw you hanging there alone
Like truth that needs neither props nor supports
Deserted by your studiously chosen apostles and
Disowned by Peter, James and his brother, the approved inner circle

Jesus, I saw you hanging on the cross
Like a slaughtered goat for public sale
Condemned by the elders who induced the masses to ‘crucify’
Convicted by Annas and Caiphas the diligent chief priests!

Jesus, I saw you hanging at Golgotha, the place of sculls
Like a criminal with no legal practitioners to defend
Beaten with cruel hands, legs and whips
Belittled with filthy motions, petitions and abuses

Jesus, I saw you hanging outside the gate with your cassock missing
Like an un-ordained ordinary layman
Accused by both religious and secular powers that wish to stand apart
Avenged by Herod, the foxy culprit, and Pilate, the cautiously benevolent

Jesus, I saw the truth hanging there alone
With neither props nor supports to ease her suffering
Jesus, I saw truth hanging on the cross
Forsaken by both the elites and the masses
When truth didn’t profit them

Jesus, I saw truth hanging at Golgotha,
The meeting place for sacred and secular
Abandoned by ministers of Church and State
While truth disturbed the status quo

Jesus, I saw truth hanging outside the gate
Humiliated and defeated, ready for burial
Because truth refused to compromise

Henry Victor 30.01.1992

Flowers and Thorns

Let me neither linger
To gather flowers to keep them
Nor to walk on
Anticipating for flowers
To bloom all my way
For what is important
Is to be on my way
To my eternal home
Through the path
That life has designed
Never grudging
But always appreciating
The flowers that bloom
And thorns that prick
For they are nothing
But providence, a grace
From heaven
For my incubation and fruition

Henry Victor 02.11.1992

Giving

We live
Not with
What we brought
But by
The generous giving
Of others

Even our being,
In short,
Is someone’s giving

By giving we live
By withholding we perish

In any case,
What we have
And what we are
One day
We will be giving

Therefore,
It is better
That we give today
And give that
Voluntarily

Give,
And give now

Give
Not so much what we have
But give
Just our-selves

Give,
And give now
We
Like the trees and the cattle
Give
Not only
For the deserving
But also
For the undeserving;

Today,
We give
The smile they need
The time they require

We give
Not for ourselves
But for others;
Therefore,
We give
Not for recognition
And not for manipulation;
We give
Not for acknowledgement

We give
To those who ask
And
To those who ask not

We give
Because
We believe
In life

And
We live
Only by giving

Henry Victor 26.06.2001