You dismiss yourself as a country bumpkin
But the stuff that you know is really quite something
Who these days – still knows how to sew?
Or can their own veg, much less make it grow?
Your skills are precious in world all online
As you can survive – network fail time
Padre
We say we’ve moved on
Beyond fairy tale and superstition.
Led by the empirical, our own minds,
And accompanied by selfish ambition
We have abandoned the divine,
Leading to society’s demolition.
When “I” become more than the rest of the whole
If followed by all – this has a terrible toll.
Society and culture are meant to be a collective
If we live just for ourselves – that must surely be defective.
Padre
orange
purple and green
secondary colours
reflecting caterpillar’s life
renewed
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Padre
Stitches and weaves
Patterned knots and twists
Woollen yarn warm
From neck to the wrists
Knit or crocheted
Or made on a loom
To hold winter at bay
And its accompanying gloom
And of all the jumpers, cardies,
Sweaters, and vests
It are those made by a loved one
That are always best
Padre
The true warmth in winter is found in love.
Approach
Boldly
Wearily
Come all the same
Visit the unknown
Through unfamiliar terrain
It might prove an adventure
Or a terrible regret
But you wont know which
Until off on the journey you set
Padre
I am educated
I know my stuff
But knowing about
Is not enough
The Word of God
Is a thing to live
Not just something some study to give
Yes love the Lord with all your mind
But also with heart and strength combined
Study yes – to show yourself approved
But don’t forget to be by the Spirit moved
Padre
I served just four years with the Corps
Then it was college that was in store
But an 0311 I’m proud to be
Taking pride in being infantry
That MOS has left a legacy
An iffy back, and even worse knee
But I’d do it again if it were called on me
To keep my friends and countrymen free
Padre
Herod
By lust driven
On a tray of silver
The martyred John the baptist’s head
Displayed
Mob rule
Shouts and vile threats
Anger overflowing
Led to showers of stones killing
Stephen
By sword
James too perished
Herod’s act cynical
Political favour to win
Through sin
Pilate
Dirty hands washed
He too a crowd to still
Knowing not that Messiah, he
Did kill
Padre
It is colder, darker, and bleaker each day
November so different from the month of May
Spring and its messages we oft forget
When we find ourselves cold and wet
But the Spring too once had a darkest day
When the Son of Grace in a tomb did lay
But He rose to glory, His mission fulfilled
And sent His Spirit His power to wield
We those empowered should not be dismayed
By the darkest of situations the world has made
Padre
Ice on the windscreen
Leaves under my feet
Chill in the air
The sun suffering defeat
I turn on the defrosters
I wait for the warm
And then I drive out
To start my morn
Padre
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