Perspective

I walked alone

Lost in the night

Or so I thought

 

The waves towered

My belongings lost

Or so I thought

 

But I didn’t think

That my loneliness showed I needed to reach out

That the darkness outside

Showed how much I needed light within

 

And I didn’t think that the fierce waves

Would force me to learn to swim

That my lost possessions

Would make me realise what really matters

 

I walk in the night

No longer alone

I sail the seas

No longer weighed down

Burn the Bridges

Burn the bridges

To your old life

Cut the ropes

That once entangled you

 

The old thoughts

That creep like mould

That condemn, that judge

Put them in their place

 

Your old ways have been shed

Like a cocoon from a butterfly

In you shines gold

That is the real you

 

The old you, the old chains, the old ways

Perished in the grave

Now risen eternal

Is the certainty of a better future

Hope

You shone Your light

Into my dark world

Pierced the night of my sorrows

With a ray of hope

 

The black mist over my eyes

Melted away as Your truth

Lit up the path before me

Like beacons on a runway

 

You led me back

To the path of Your calling

Led me from my wandering

To the straight path

 

I cling to Your Word

Like a cast adrift sailor

Grips to a buoy

You keep me from going under

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.”

Torch of Hope

My heart was dark and damp

Rocked by violent storms

The water seeped in through the cracks

My dreams turned to dust

 

The furnace that once burned bright

Now lay stark and empty

But no heart is too far for my God

He lit a flame of hope in me

 

My pen strikes the paper

And that same flame ignites

Its embers glowing in every word

Its fragrance rising from every page

 

If I can pass on this flame

Even if it is to only one person

Then I will have done more

Than I could have dared imagine

Rainy Skies

Dark clouds in the sky

No hope for sunshine

Another dark season passing through

To what will I cling to now?

 

Downpour after downpour has come

My dreams were washed away

The cold slap of teardrops on my cheeks

Compound the disappointment within me

 

Harsh winds don’t relent

Scattering my well laid plans

They give wings to cruel whispers

And they chase me on my lonely walk

 

I choose to open my heart to You God

Not to give into the whispers of despair

Though I cannot see past the clouds

I know that this will end

 

The cold rain lands in my heart

Sinking deep in the soil of my soul

When the skies clear and the sun returns

It births something new in me