I think about him, now, sometimes
That poor, lost, lonely, saddened child
Clinging onto those broken rhymes
His life uncertain, desperate, wild
But wild, too, were his little dreams
To seek Success, and through that, Love
And now he knows, beyond what seems
Love comes when he trusts Him, Above.
#410 On Chainsaws
Even crazed chainsaw men
Would give up limb and life
To honour loved ones when
All’s at stake amidst strife
We throw the dice at Fate
To seek Salvation’s gate.
#407 On Brownshirt Tricks
You scream holy rage over socks and stews
With manufactured outrage to offend
“Defending God” as a young nation slews
Convulsed by demagogic discommend
With bloodshot eyes you rave and stamp your feet
With brownshirt tricks you thump your war-drum beat.
#406 On This Flag of Hope
I walk through Life like a Pierre Bezukhov
In search of Truth, I grope in the darkness
I ask myself if all this is enough
Each step a denial against the sadness
Through tears I vainly plant this flag of hope
That God’s own Mercy gives me will to cope.
#404 On Thriving Beyond the Quicksand of Doubt and Error
With eyes aflint you gaze at the night sky The future brews behind dark taunting clouds Against the odds and jeers you try and try You mark your path against the doubting crowds Beholding you enfirms my faith in Dreams To dare to thrive beyond our daily seams.
#401 On the Fourth Day of Ramadan
I give of this, to You, my abstinence
From food, from drink, from haughty vanity
To turn to You in sober penitence
To reach beyond to Your infinity
Tonight I humbly seek your plenteous Grace
My poor soul dares not suffer your efface.
On the Test of Ramadan
In hunger and in thirst are we tested In solidarity with those deprived To have our baser natures now bested This glorious trial for us has He contrived In Ramadan against ourselves prevail To win His favour in this tearful vale.
On The Budding Grove
Every Gilberte or Albértine
Who makes her way into our heart
At that one moment in our Life
Is a witness to who we were
And who we could become
And who we eventually come to be.
On Delulu
Excuse me,
Your delulu is showing
Your failures are mounting
And I’m done pretending.
On Simplicity
I want to live with my eyes wide open Not hiding in shame or cowering in guilt Like swans basking in a lush green garden These simple joys I'll savour to the hilt.