If There Was A God (Haiku)

If there was a god
This would be him in glory
Shining light on earth

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Heaven’s Gift

On Christmas day in barn so bare
Beneath a starlit sky
From manager in a cattle shed
A babe was heard to cry
His first sweet breaths; his tender plea
That soon would be heard wide
Yet first reached out to mother’s heart
To be there by his side

An infant who depended on
The warmth and love she shared
To nurture and protect him as
An angel with such care
Where wings wrapped closely round him and
Her halo gently glowed
To comfort him the way Mums do
With so much grace bestowed

And there without even a bed
Nor anything at all
The Christ child lay wrapped up in just
A cloth; a swaddling shawl
With nothing bar the love of those
In whom their arms he lay
No trappings and no Christmas lights
But simple modest hay

And so if there’s a message to
Take from this humble start
Is that each child can grow to be
Reflections of the hearts
And minds of those who care
Without riches galore
For children are but heaven’s gift
For us to all adore

And each arrives with nothing bar
The wish to be so loved
Wrapped up in hope and peace and trust
That’s handed from above
And so for Christmas every year
Be sure to thus impart
The gift of unconditional love
That flows out of your heart

The Virgin Mary with the Baby Jesus, Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, and Saint Prosper of Reggio, 16th century. Reggio Emilia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Consciousness

In the deep pools of the soul
I am who I am
Inner consciousness
Transcending from the now until the then
Where purity swells in rivers of immanence
Immutable love flowing in a stream
And a still intrinsic voice whispering
In unfathomable oceans of graciousness,
Providence and humility
Across seas of perfection, truth, and love
Infinite incomprehensiveness
Past wrath and peace
The alpha and the omega
The beginning and the end
For if I am then in such essence am I

With thanks to my dear friend Kate for use of her photo

Temptation

Temptation is addictive
Draws you in enticingly
The carrot less the stick at play
Where will might fail to be

Resolving to be better
To not succumb; be strong
Less the allure; the gathering
The coax but things go wrong

And then it comes a-hankering
Appeal; forbidden bait
Temptation; irresistible
You can’t!  You just can’t wait!

William Blake: The Temptation and Fall of Eve – illustration to Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost’ (1808, pen and watercolour on paper)Category:William Blake

Conscience

When will he hear his conscience?
The little thing that speaks
To keep him on a straighter path
And his behaviour tweak?

The guide that hides deep in him
That whispers through the years
That tells him what is right and wrong
When will he stop and hear?

And listen once again to it
This voice that lies within
To really, stop, appreciate
His conscience through the din

When will he pay attention to
All that it has to say
To cease his hell bent lifestyle
And open up one day

To reckon with this narrative
That guides and aids his heart
To cherish what is good in life
Before he falls apart

His conscience; his persuader
The plumb line on his soul
When will he stop and notice
And once again be whole?

My Conscience & I (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s No Flies On Me

I know, I hear, I copy that
All that you think and do
A life transparent, readable
One that I can see through
No secrets can you ever hide
For underneath your skin
I look, I search, I scrutinize
For you lose and I win!

And when you want to understand
Just what you’ve not well hid
Remember this for your deceit
Is what lifts off the lid
For sure your sin will find you out
Reveal just who you be
The lies, the wrongs, the nastiness
No! There’s no flies on me!

 

Baptism

A small bright shining candle
All glowing in this world
A ray of hope and happiness
An incandescent pearl
A beam of joy and harmony
A shaft so radiant white
A stream of Godly wonder
A life of love and light

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Storm Clouds

Such a grey day outside
Storm clouds billowing across the skies
In ominous swathes of judgement
Inauspiciously gathering with apocalyptic fervour
Summoning the torrential deluge
The tumultuous tempest
The foreboding squall
The cascade from the heavens
To silence the birdsong
With her hand of menacing sodden doom

The clouds were amazing this afternoon during the storm. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Wisdom of Kindness

If you want to grow some wisdom
There’s a seed in you and me
That develops through the seasons
Much like the old oak tree
Sagacious in its branches yet
Starting so very small
A seed that doesn’t shout and rant
But reaches out to all
Not cynical; not assuming
The buds of wiser ways
That blooms pure and simple kindness
For more insightful ways

For kindness is the birthplace that
Manoeuvres out of care
That removes all other blinkers
For truer truth out there
That consciously attunes and sees
The other’s points and views
With comfort and encouragement
For wisdom to infuse
Where power becomes more balanced to
Uplift humanity
In the spotlight of wisdom’s nest
Right in the old oak tree

Time Passes By the Wise Old Oak (Photo credit: j-dub1980(THANK YOU FOR 100k+ Views))

Be Sure Your Lies Will Find You Out

Be sure your lies will find you out
Your trickery laid bare
Hypocrisy and pure contempt
Exposed in open air
Your blatant fraud and cheating ways
Dishonesty and cons
Will be revealed on judgement day
Along with your put-ons

For honesty’s the only thing
That stays the test of time
And truth so spoke with open heart
Will hold rhythm and rhyme
So turn your back on fraudulence
And let your word be true
Step up and be accountable
Hold fast to pure virtue