The Compassion and the Passion

A merciless master

My suffering prolonged

O sin, you would have me

Alone, without song

My saviour, the servant

Compassion’s concern

Would pursue all my rescue

E’en while I yet spurned

With glory obscured

Power hidden, en-veiled

He served us, his humans

Then the mountain he scaled

Raised to be lowered

Shame brought release

For my sin-burdened soul

To find its long-lasting peace

In your death…

The inherited cycle is broke

Sin’s hold cannot keep me

Your new life brings me hope

Life-blood’s passed on

From parent to child

In your blood shed abroad

I’m no longer beguiled

Sin’s great deception?

That I’m still compelled

To do all its bidding

That I’m under its spell

But my Jesus, you triumphed

In freedom, empowered

A spirit-led choice

To walk the life I’m endowed

With bended knee’s adoration

In restored humanity, stand

Before the depth of your feeling

Poured over me, by your hand

19/4/2019

The Dark Knight

In dark of night

The dark knight rides

His steed a raven black

Encompassed by

A blade array

On this commissioned trek

The quest’s great goal

Lay further up

And further into what!?

A veiled, obscure

And distant yet –

And undisclosed-ed lot

A duty calls

In light of day

Or deepest, darkest night

In long great strides

The dark knight rides

Confronting fear and might

If triumphant then

At quest’s long end

Turn home on wings of pride

If loss and life

The lot to bear

Take it all in stride

But if the end

To bear is death

The dark knight’s brand new day

Those left behind

Take courage by

Dark knights riding, come what may

19/3/2019

The Heart’s Gift

A heart’s great gift

Is to be known

So hold it care…

…fully, if shown

Heart’s placed on sleeves

Can bump and bruise

So hold with care…

…ful strokes of truth

The truest heart

In love responds

With gifts of know…

…ing and of song

For heat’s in tune

Their song will sing

A lyric note…

…what e’er the din

26/2/2019

Mountain View

Mountain song of green

Reach for notes of sky-bright blue

Wispy white on high

Foretell the melody of dew

Dancing drops of life

Rest upon the floor-bed leafed

Circling breeze move freely

Like a story-sword, unsheathed

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The music of creation

A harmony of song

Dancing breeze of freedom

Lifts the lifeless to the throng

A story rich in colour

Paints a picture, plain in view

The vista bright or shadowed

Long-attended, or brand new

26/5/2018

Goodbye

Strolling past, we stop and chat

I’m riding out, you’re riding back

Weed my garden, seek my good

Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could

 

You ask about my younger charges

Neighbours help with tasks the hardest

Sorting out the shed of heartbreak

Eased you, some, of all my heart ache

 

Chatting, walking, get to know

As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go

Meeting up, and passing by

Now tears are all that fill my eye

Goodbye

 

Gina Marie – 8/4/2018

The Mark

You are the mark!

Not some, else standard set.

It’s you we’re to aim for,

Not a task to be met.

As arrows you formed us,

Your quiver to fill,

Then released from your bow

Manoeuvred with skill.

It’s the breath of you,

Carrying with lift, dip and curve;

The darts gliding with purpose

T’ward the one whom they serve.

Fletching in place,

To spin and to stay;

Head of the arrow,

Formed and fit for each play.

Initial design and form, ne’er a change,

On the journey to bow,

Fit for this one arranged.

Fletching and head,

Both with end-goal in mind,

Each one’s journey-story

Determines each one in kind.

Form us and frame us,

The journey, you know.

The mark is your presence,

We’re ready to go.

Breath of life,

When we drop, lift us to soar

Till etern’ly embedded

Deep in your core.

1-2/4/2018