Another day in the warehouse
On the nightshift
Moving around pallets with my forklift
I don’t know why people
Buy from this place
It’s overpriced and really a waste
It provides my salary, so I shouldn’t complain
So, from saying so publicly, I’ll refrain
Padre
Was it a trick of the light?
Or was something there?
The shadowy image
That gave us a scare
Was it a face in the window
that we did observe?
I should really go check,
but I don’t have the nerve
Padre
At the end of the rainbow you’ll find gold
That is the story that is often told
But it depends on the time of year
And only the case in August, I fear
It is then you’ll find rich ripe grain
Rather than mud after the rain
Padre
When shadows of sorrow surround you
And no one really knows what to say
You feel loss’ burden upon your heart
And it feels that it might be there to stay
Remember your comforter is not one earthly bound
Your grief’s release shall be at the throne found
Find your brightness in His care
Remember that He and His children for you care
Padre
vernal
the birthing season of the year
emerging emerald
sun-kissed, refreshed
anew
Padre
It was a moment historic
Dignitaries arriving a queen to proclaim
The moment proved quite hysteric
I really don’t know who’s to blame
For when the great and good were gathered
And it really was a shame
Someone had a misstep
And trod upon her train
This caused her to stumble
Not an auspicious start to a reign
Padre
It wasn’t intentional
I hadn’t a clue
It just came out that way
It was all I could do
If you like it, the pleasure is mine
If not, I’ll try to do better
Next time
Padre
Oh, burier of talents, why do you sleep?
There is so much more for you to do
Let not fear dampen your resolve
To use what God in you did imbue
Though the world may seem a scary place
With pitfalls awaiting at every turn
But you have been equipped to overcome
If only the lesson of trust you will learn
For if you honour the giver of your skills
And value the treasures in your care
Then you will make profits manifest
And with all the world you’ll share
Padre
Matthew 25:14–30
The strangest things upon the beach you find
Like shiny shells and tangled fishing lines
There are towels and umbrellas of multiple designs
And bathers trying to avoid tan lines
Donuts and candy floss, they’re there too
But I still can’t find my missing shoe
Padre
Labourers are striking all over the land
Politicians claim, “It’s all out of hand”
But if you stop and ask workers, the question “why?”
It will be plain that all they want
Is a fair piece of the pie
Millionaires and the political classes
Get richer by the day
All that we are asking,
Is that we get fairer pay
Padre
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