Holding all your thoughts
Is plain hard work
The darting - to and fro-ing
Very perplexing indeed
Maybe a traffic jam?
Someone said:
Let them go through to the Keeper
Ay -ay-sir!
It’s something I love to do!
Category: Poetry
Get rid of the clutter
If I could
Whoosh!
Get rid of the clutter
In one enormous swoop
Would the bareness teach me anything?
If I kept one thing
Not one thing more
What would it be?
I’d keep integrity
For you, if I could,
and for me.
All the chatter
Does it matter?
My
Mind gets crowded
Overwhelmed
I let it be
In the silence
I do not know
How silence
Explored
Reveals…
It beckons me daily
Into its depths
And often there
I catch my breath.
Lying on the couch
Lying on the couch
Lying on the couch
Snuggling up warm
Snuggling up warm
Snuggling up warm
The whirling of the week dissipates
Bit by bit by bit.
Tomorrow I will!
Tomorrow I will
Tomorrow I will
Get my life back on track.
I’m not saying
There isn’t good in society –
There is!
But note the underbelly
Coming way into view
It’s creepy crawly
Sorely seedy
Very needy
Don’t shut your eyes
For all He died.
One night
The change blew in
Causing a storm in my heart.
Yet there is a grounding
Of resident grace and strength
That helps me walk this dark new line
Who is she?
This intruder bleak?
Who not a word does speak?
She brings her friends
Frustration, mutation
She idolises fear
Yet I welcome her
No not easy
Yet opportunity offers to come by
She tells me she’s underneath the rubble
Just bear with her
Go to a bit of trouble
And see what lies beneath
Oh sultry reactor get out of the way
This is the dawn of a brand new day!
EuniceS March 2020 Written a few days after awareness that COVID-19 was with us.
Oh she’s a naughty one indeed
Picking on tinies
Knocking oldies over like fleas
Maybe she wants us on our knees?
She came – but where did she come from?
The blame game flies into action
Yet gives no satisfaction
She goes on her merry way
Taunting and tearing at hearts and minds
Ripping up foundations
All over the place
Would it not be good to meet her face to face
And call her out?
She has no right to rip us to shreds
To plant fear and anxiety that gives us the dreads
She is an intruder – not invited
Consider her done in – uninvited.
When limited guests can come
There’s always One to be invited
“Come Lord Jesus be guest in our place
Be our guest O Giver of Grace.’
No rules about touching
No social distancing
When you come
He holds you close to His heart.