new flower to bloom

praying fervently for the women
walking to Golgotha in the valley of Dunvegan
i lift them up to your throne
as they weep and cry for your Son –

their sons and daughters crucified again

and again in that cross of convenience
to maintain control and influence
of the powerful, fewer names in the town

and villages around giving no chance

for a new flower to bloom
in the backyard of your temple
or in the valley spraying with venom!

give me grace never to disown

these simple women and their spouses
with children struggling like a hen
in the chicken pen with a weasel in!

 

breathe your breath

i pray you will breathe you breath

to strengthen my mental agility
even as i face my accusers, the bunch
ganged to remove me from my seat!

i have opted not to be dictated

or, directed by any other than your spirit
blowing where it wills gathering the small
and the wounded, healing them, your cause!

i am part of a crowd that lacking

this-worldly sophistication to manipulate
the forces that, eventually, write the right
recording the wrongs, changing events!

since the meek look up to me to fight

the arrogant men and women of this world
i, in my utter helplessness, lift
up my eyes, heavenwards to you!

as i turn to you for grace, my mind

sways like a pendulum, this way
and that way, first to your power that creates
the cosmos, recreating colour-filled morning

and evening amusing my eyes

then , at once, wander into Golgotha
he place of mere skulls
to reflect your powerlessness!

nevertheless i choose your breath
adding freshness to my soul
freedom to my spirit, refusing to bow down
to the insolent might!

 

 

 

birthing the bigger man

inspire me with your purpose

enabling me, my puny self
to hook onto an extraordinary project
breaking down and shattering

my little thoughts and my many bonds

that i may be bonded like a bonded slave
limiting my consciousness
refusing to expand in every direction

awaken in me those dormant forces

the faculties, skills and talents
remaining still sleepy, preventing
the birth of the bigger man

 

for my second chance

i dive into your being to drown completely

to submerge in the ocean of peace, tranquility
and the power of patience, perfect mercy
a second chance that is unending!

while sunken deeply in that becoming

that transforms and direct the ongoing
forms, events and meaning in your world
let me undergo a multitude of repentance

that scrubbing of my soul, my being

until my will is one with your will
and in me is born a new person
from above, born of water and spirit

rested on Jesus as he walked

out of the river Jordan!
let my mind think nothing but your thoughts
and speak nothing but your Word

the Energy creating and recreating

the world in decline and deterioration
and large scale destruction
of the un-renewable resources!

 

fear of my foe

my fear of my foe as i go on your business

that missioDei, ‘the Mission of God’,
they say, to which you picked me
even before my mother conceived me

a spotless soul in her womb, leaves me

helpless, clinging to my own self
like that canine couching in her own
warmth, refusing to pounce at encroachers

or, at least bark to keep them away;

this makes it easy for my enemy
to walk on my head
until i am dead to this world!

i turn, hence, to you, my sponsor and spouse

i struggle to please, as you become my companion
leaving me to the whims and fancies
of those prowling thieves!

 

 

minerals and snow

i need your grace for me to grow

like my cactus on my window
sill depend on the light of the sun
i let in pulling aside my curtain

i need an opportunity, on floor

sufficient soil me to stand, to show
my flower and fruit, to root at last
that i, your applause proudly harvest

i need also minerals and snow

for withering of body and brain
in my soul does not happen even
as i, my Master’s path, follow

i need someone to lift his brow

so others too may pause to glance
while your love i clearly announce
inviting others too with me to grow

 

unpredictable being that becoming

your unpredictability like the wind blowing

where it chooses to blow that i hear, clearly,
the sound on my body but not, plainly, knowing
where it comes, or whither her path would be

increases in my mind the sense of mystery

to surround you and your ways of dealing
in my world making my thought on eternity -
your unchangeableness - i received, a heresy

leaving me to wonder, and wander after you

like Moses journeying alone in Sinai wilderness
for so long before he gets a glimpse
of your being, energy in the burning bush

i, now, drive through the Albertan bush

seeking like Jonah, Jeremiah and Jesus
a restless rest that comes from resting in an endless
ever-expanding being, your unceasing becoming!