Be Wary Of Words

Words.

They can be innocent, soothing, hasty,

harmless, reckless, and perplexing all at the same time,

and even within the same breath.

We speak abruptly, and with careful consideration.

Both of which have consequences.

For with a word you can change a mind, wound a soul, and warm a heart.

All this is done with tools of communication - the spoken and written.

Indeed it was once observed that we use our tongues

to both praise our Lord and curse our fellow man.

Words are used by different people to achieve two very different purposes.

Some, use words to deliberately cause humiliation and hurt to those around them.

Others use this gift of vocabulary to build people up.

Remember, that the words that we use

to belittle or to encourage

come from the same mouth.

One made by our loving Father in heaven.

Formed that we too, might impart

to others our thoughts and emotions.

So be wary of the words that you chose.

Use the unique gift of speech wisely.

For some, sadly, do not possess such a privilege.

The Furniture

Dedication: to my Editor, thankyou.

My Readers often commend me for the content of my poems.   

You see when they give me this feedback

they see my work alone.

The reader observes the poem; not the pen and ink.

My audience do not perceive the chair of my

relatives and the portraits of my friends  upon the wall.

Nor do they perceive the table of those that have influenced me

and taken such meticulous care and investment in my education.

I am particularly indebted to my tutor, teachers,

and close family members for being so patient with me throughout.

Out of all the those essential pieces of furniture who have made a significant

contribution to my quality of life and the poems that reflect this ,

as they continually lead me on the road of this life,

paved with all sorts of challenges along the way,

the one that I simply cannot complete this work

without acknowledging with immense gratification is the floor.

For it is the foundation that supports all the others.

The one that suports all the others is he

who created them and is set apart.

For he is my Father in Heaven.

He will not decay, disappoint, or dissipate.  

It is he that I must thank above all.

Our Lord is both the Alpha and the Omega,

the beginning and the end.

The Restoration of Creation

When the Lord first created the world

he created the world's first and best masterpiece.

When sin was introduced by mankind,

the canvas began to wear.

As time progressed it faded more and more

and the cracks became deeper and deeper.

Then our saviour came and

his death and ministry started

to restore the canvas of creation.

When he returns the restoring work

will be completed.

Then all will be made anew.

At the very least it will be as good as it was

before sin arrived.

To my beloved old hound.

The Companionship of the Hound

O what a great and quiet joy it is stroll alongside a dog -

your dog.

To experience the simple wonders of nature through the senses -

together.

What a pleasure it is to possess all the five senses.

They operate in perfect harmony -

sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste.

All such senses work together

and when some fail the others prevail,

becoming stronger as they endure.

They make the gradual amble with an aged dog

a far more enjoyable and reflective time

than the otherwise lonesome and energetic jog that it may have been.

Sight: grants one the opportunity to observe one's sensorial surroundings.

Smell: allows you to inhale the fragrance of the flora

and the heavy breath of your dog, pacing patiently beside you.

Sound: enables you to hear the song of the birds and the soft rustle of leaves.

Taste: assists one to taste the fresh air that flows

as a consistent stream into the mouth, landing delicately on the taste buds.

Touch: allows one to feel the fur of the hound

alongside you as you meander along the path.

These things encompass the pleasure of the companionship of the hound.

A companionship that is the very best of friendship;

a friendship that is unique to that of the dog.

Panther of the Night

There is something about the evening that seals the events of the day.

Something in the air, coolly caressing ones mind and body.

Something that provokes nostalgic tendencies.

Something that persuades one to indulge in fantasies and misgivings

(these becoming increasingly vivid as the night progresses).

Something that urgers, coaxes, and convinces one to

submit, forget, lose oneself amongst its untamed and secretive grasp.

These imaginings are so insistent that one simply must, must, yield.

Obey, the soft, gentle, velvet voice of the night.

Listen, to the mournful moaning of the wind.

Rest, in the warmth and fortification of the sheets and blankets,

allowing them to enfold one.

We, who do not bend our thoughts upon the night,

see it not as the dark and dangerous panther.

Even if we do consider such a beast it is as one

behind the bars of shelter as it is and may ever be.

But some see this animal face to face.

Have little protection against its tormenting talons.

They do not have the bars of four walls and such warmth as we.

For they are in the cage with the Panther, they are its prey.

They take cover within the shadows and stones,

that manifest in the formation of newspapers and underneath  shop fronts.

But these are not sufficient to survive such a predator.

Sooner rather than later the Panther prowls and strikes.

They are consumed.

Will one ever have compassion upon these victims?

Of course one will!

Now what will one gain?

Faces

What is a face?

It is a place where a range of expressions is portrayed

and by which many of their owners are betrayed.

It is avowed by the general populace that faces are worn only by those

through whose blood pulsates.

I however entertain a different belief...

For I am certain that such faces are not alone possessed by those afore mentioned.

Countenances are common amongst numerous subjects of the natural kingdom;

over which Christ rules and shall not forsake.

When one perceives those occupants of the courtroom of creation,

identifying the individual designs of their demeanours

one cannot disengage from the inspection of such shapes that form them.

The knobs in the trees, the indentations within the rock, the upturned petals of the flowers,

the ripples of the sun-lit water, and the soft curves of the clouds.

The faces of the natural world surround us day by day.

All we need to do is turn our own around and look.

The Hope of Heaven

I dream.

I dream that one day (however distant that may be),

that one day I will see that preverbial light, that is freedom.

When I walk into that light, I will take with me no more

dark and dismal disappointments, sorrows,

perpetual fatigue, and chains of captivity within my life.

For that light shall cleanse me of all that living life in a sinful world brings.

In that glorious light I shall join others

whose chains have begun to break and disintegrate.

Most importantly I will wander,

hand-in-hand, eye-to-eye, and voice-to-voice with my saviour and my God.

And this will be the epitome of fulfilment and freedom.

I wait, work, live, and belong to that day (as do many others),

the day when the tears will be wiped from all increasingly scarlet eyes.

For now I merely glimpse pieces of the puzzle of the immense joy yet to come.

In those fragments I can observe the faces of

my brothers and sisters in Christ and all that surrounds them,

including the many marvels of creation that captivate me daily

along with the many gifts and talents that he has granted unto us all.

We await with patience and hope the day when he will return.

On that day we will see some, (if not all), of those that we love and grieve for at present.

And in all of these things God provides us with the greatest gift that he could give;

HOPE.