The Shallows

It’s easy in the shallows

Life is so calm, so relaxing

The crystal water is cool to the touch

So refreshing as it trickles over your worn feet

 

It’s easy in the shallows

The current is weak, non-existent

The pull to the sea is easily ignored

Swatted away like an irritant fly

 

It’s easy in the shallows

There is no commitment, no permanence

You can enter and leave the water at will

Bail out whenever it gets too much

 

It’s easy in the shallows

There’s no effort, no struggle

You stay marooned on the dry river bank

And watch life pass you by

Fuel Station

Switch off the sat nav

We know better

Next left for our desires

And follow the highway to destruction

 

The warning signs flash

Crying for us to make a U-turn

But we turn it to mute

And we shut out the small, still voice

 

We do stop at the fuel station

For our weekly top up

But we invest as little as we can

A token gesture to ease our conscience

 

The car judders to a halt

As the engine begins to break down

We finally break our silence

And we call out to God

 

As He draws near to the window

We quickly lock the door

Though there is tenderness in His eyes

Our grip tightens on the wheel

 

We beg Him to mend us

To get our lives running again

We cry out about our problems

But we know the problem is really us

 

The fuel tank is empty

The engine ruined

No more pretending now

It is time to give up the wheel

Time

Empires rise and fall

Philosophies become vogue and then outdated

People are venerated and then forgotten

Monuments are built and then fall

 

Inventions are made and then become obsolete

Traditions instituted and then rejected

Wealth accumulated and then distributed

Power gained and then lost

 

Years will eventually pass

Ages come to a culmination

Time brings all things to an end

Only You God span it all

The Graveyard

I come to the graveyard

Wandering among the black tombstones

The silence echoes amongst the ancient stones

As I search for my own name

 

I stare at the etched letters

Chiselled into the cold rock

My dark past lies beneath my feet

Locked in a cage of cold earth

 

My mind cannot help but wander

To a grave now long lost

A grave that could not hold its captive

Where life burst out like a fountain

 

I lay down my wreath of thorns

As tears stream down my face

His sacrifice means the old me will always stay dead

And my new life will never end

The Canyon

The canyon stretches for miles

A savage stab wound in the earth

Its path is punctuated with decorations

Piles of dry bones and stacks of skulls

Death marks out its domain

 

Once in its deep trench

There is no climbing out

It is a cesspit that sucks away all life

The echoing silence the warning siren

That living things should not come here

 

A lone traveller walks through

Well aware of the dangers

He carries nothing but a shovel

The canyon bares its jaws wide at this morsel

But there is no fear in his step

 

He begins to dig with his shovel

Hammering the ground with all his might

The sound echoing in the vastness

Vultures descend as if to mock

But he will not give up

 

The traveller hits the deep springs below

And water begins to flow

As they do the sky darkens above

Storm clouds summoned in by his hard work

This canyon is about to change forever

 

The water flows and flows

Washing away the old skeletons

Cleansing it from its torrid past

So that this canyon, once of dust and decay,

Now erupts into a carpet of green

 

Psalm 84:5-6 – “Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose heart is set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools.”