placid
reservoir smooth
kinetic force disguised
until awakened as torrents
released
Padre
Poetry
Joy of Dawn
Night will pass
Its gloom shall be gone*
Wiped away
By the joy of dawn
Be it hardship
Or the bondage of chains
Joy shall still be our refrain**
Our troubles may seem many
But they shall subside
As with joyful expectation
In Christ’s example we abide***
For as Jesus was lifted
After His pain
We too shall be raised
And victory gain****
Padre
*Psalm 30:1-5
**Philippians 1
***Hebrews 12:2-3
****2 Corinthians 4
Thank you Pastor Vince for your message on joyful expectation.
Treetop
Danny from his treetop perch
scanned the landscape far below.
“I think it’s gone,” he announced.
“Now’s our chance to go.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” Tommy asked.
“I didn’t see it leave.”
“No, a bear’s too big for me the miss,”
Dan replied with confident ease.
The pair descended from their sanctuary high
to the patient bear hiding behind a bush nearby.
Padre
Tech-not-ogy
I went to print a poem inspired
But the printer cartridge had no ink
“How could this be?” I enquired
“I changed it recently, I think”
And so I had – both coloured and black
Filled them a month before
But it had run low despite the fact
That I hadn’t made copies by the score
“Is this a money spinner for big tech?
Surely it can’t all be used as of yet.”
And so I opened yet another pack
Rather costly to me regret.
Padre
Byway
Snowdrops untrampled
Autumn leaves still in place
When was the last time someone came to this place?
Am I the first to see this scene?
Have others not trod this byway serene?
Padre
Name Dropping
For prestige – some drop names
Thinking it will increase their personal fame
That association or “mere knowledge of”
Will in relation to others – raise them above
But this is a often a tricky game
For all outcomes – are not the same
In the Bible there is a case
Where dropping names caused disgrace
Sceva’s sons invoked Jesus’ name
And landed them in a heap of pain
Causing them, bruised and nude, to run away
And to be examples of folly to this very day
Padre
Acts 19
Writer Unblocked
Stream of consciousness curtailed
Creativity blocked and dammed
Forming swirling eddies that grow in strength
Until they break loose in a torrent of words
Flushing away every obstruction
Even sleep
Padre
A poem that itself woke me in the night
Silent in Plain View
secret
my inner thoughts
which I shall not reveal
in a forum such as this one
public
Padre
Of Tales
Big wolves
And little pigs
Childhood stories we tell
Teaching our morals and values
For life
Padre
In Hundred Acre Wood
A saturnine donkey
A bear with not much in his head
A tiger with a springed tail
And a rabbit with “keep out” in his garden bed
Christopher Robin’s companions
In Hundred Acre Wood
A strange collection of friends
But he did as well as he could
Padre
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