Inspired By Thaxted

Dawn sweep away the perils

That chided me in sleep

Praying and crying out, though nasal

My Saviour, He hears me weep


Turned on side, pillowing my fears

The stillness, so loud, envelops

Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears

Gathering courage, to never give up hope


The day is bursting through

And the remnants of night, they fade

Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two

For today we choose joy, and will not trade

Blues

In a world of chaos

Some are choosing their blues

The big ones, the little ones

And they ponder in recluse

So be wary and considerate

That you know not their fate

For some have slept

Only to wake and walk

Walking, but not existing

For some have dreamt

A thousand dreams, yet still sulk

Moping in misery

And for some, they are hoping

For a glimpse of a miracle

Hands clasped tightly

As they mumble prayers of petition

And as for the writer,

She cries out for reassurance

Tonight, feeling weighted more

By the littlest of blues

Night of…

Night of laments

So why do I see the stars?

For every mistake, a choice I made


Night so contoured

Why do I sense hope?

The haze, slowly fading into the horizon


Night, of…restoration

Certainly must be

Regrets are in the distant

How many more sighs

Gone are the hours of yesterday

And dawn, knocks behind the window pane

Before we let her in,

There are some matters to resolve

A worrisome heart and a pondering mind


Loud is the silence

But louder is The Voice

Beseeching and reassuring,

That we worry not about the morrow

And spare some minutes to rest


But stubborn as we are,

Owing to our human nature

We toss, turn and fret

And try to reconcile with hope,

With one question taunting, “How many more sighs, Lord ?”

Doubt

Babies, pure till they meet the world

But what is and isn’t doubt, before it’s stripped ?

We only then will know

When the medium that bears it

Is cast away


Drumroll, drumroll please…


I give you, present to you, the benefit of doubt

Let the innocence of the white snow

Make all seem without flaw

Let their footsteps

Reveal a sense of direction


But in reality

There is a story to every footstep

There is no doubt, but this, you do not see

Till the snow melts away

Till the footsteps no longer tread one way


Till the footsteps of a stripped innocence

Come knocking at your door

In an unexpected cold winter

To serve you back

Leaving no doubt, whatsoever

Haze Art

The wretched awake

From nights of despair

The elixir bottle down to drops

There is the haze

To remind of pressing affairs

That life has seized our props

Heavy are the sighs we make

Pleading to our avengers, helpless whispers of ‘Sirs’

And by eve, the fallen tears must see the mop

Sleep

When the hours are long gone

And we ache in our bones

A place of rest, we find to repose

So we close our eyes, and curl our toes

And for some hours or more, our troubles subside

But in the middle of the night, we awaken wide

And are reminded once again of our pending perils

Wishing we could sleep forever, take some sleeping pills

To forget all our worries and put them on hold

But it continues years and years, till we are frail and old

Realizing then, the fallacies on TV we’ve been sold

Only maybe, we’d be closer to a forever sleep

Shutting our eyes, one final time, with all our uncertainties buried away deep.

Elsie

Have I Settled

He’s in the shower
I sit at the nightstand
Wiping off lip rouge
Taking off my dainty pearls

The moon appears
And I can hear the wind whistling
For a moment I’m fixated in a distant past
Remembering vividly, the tryst, that tryst

A common visitor, this curiosity
Mere seconds only,
I cannot help but ask…
‘Have I settled?’

WHEN YOUR HEART IS BREAKING

When your heart is breaking

Oh the moonlight knows too well

To have serenaded, yet been rejected

Sent away with midnight blues

 

When your heart is breaking

Oh the moonlight knows too well

To watch the one you love, love another

Desperately yearn for another

 

When your heart is breaking

Oh the moonlight knows too well

For he chased the sea and drowned in pain

Watching her gentle waves embrace the lighthouse

Christmas Eve

 

Skies laden with stars so bright
See rooftops adorned with colored lights,

Carols chase the still winds,

And the bells are sounding

But behind this frosted window

It still is Christmas Eve.

 

 

Beneath the tree, presents galore,

Some to be opened at Christmas dawn

See the households rejoice and feast,

The world awaits the Saviour’s birth

A time to reflect, spread love and joy

It still is the eve before Christmas Day.

 

 

People crowd the streets and they cheer,

All come together, far and near.

Give heartily, sing merrily,

Love wholly, eat fully

The King is born in some hours

But for now it is still Christmas Eve.

 

 

Anticipation has chased the hours away

And the little ones croon in beds as they lay

The King of kings, He lies swathed in a manger

Meek and humble is our born Saviour.

Christmas is here with her precious gift.

GO FIND MERCY

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In the night’s stillness,

As I lay,

I’m in search, and I find

Then I lose,

Orbiting this kaleidoscopic journey

They told me,

Go find mercy.

 

 

In the night’s stillness

I build an army

To defeat enemies, let them kneel.

It’s the pictures I envision on ceilings,

In bedpost territory as they told me,

Go find mercy.

 

In the night’s stillness

I have the best laughs

With friends in the fade

Filling the voids created in the day

We chase the moon, and count the stars

Only  just dreams, they told me, Go find mercy.

 

 

Before the sun rises,

In the stillness of the night

Come see how I search

Cry, laugh, believe, hope, work, pray

Seeking answers,

They told me, Go find mercy.