Making way with following seas
To destinations new we are bound
A new year offers opportunities fresh
Where discoveries await to be found
Not held back by what has come before
With confident hearts we proceed
No anchoring in there here and now
Timidly letting our fears succeed
Padre
Heading home on a day quite dreary
My eyes heavy, kind of bleary
I peer through the windscreen blurry
Glad that I’m in no hurry
I just hope the drizzle ceases
Before I get home or at least decreases
Padre
There once was a time – when the mirror on the wall
Was asked who was fairest, without blemish or flaw
But parchment white skin is a thing out of date
A mere backdrop – for body art ornate
Ink and piercing – skin as the canvas and slate
A medium of self-expressed identity – a statement to make
Padre
I remember a countryside that was wonderous
With humming bees and birdsong glorious
But the times are changing notorious
With sounds of traffic thunderous
How has it come to be? It’s mysterious
And was it necessary? I am curious
Padre
In ancient times we are told
Jason sought a fleece of gold
His bravery is clear from that story old
But Gideon, I think was even more bold
For he used a fleece – God to test
Not once – but twice he made requests
And in the end he had to reflect
That he had to do what God expects
So if we wish with God to connect
The tasks He gives we shouldn’t reject
But like Jason and Gideon of times old
We should true to our missions hold
Padre
The steam billowed into the compartment uncontrollably. It was going to prove a disaster not only for those unfortunate enough to be caught up in the scalding deluge, but for the workers at the plant as a whole. There would be no more work on that day, or for several weeks to come owing to both the investigation and the repairs that were to follow the accident.
In time it was ruled to be human error, an act of ineptitude beyond all comprehension. But while the inexperience of the operator was the trigger factor, it was not his ineptness alone that caused the disaster. No if inept folly was to be laid at the feet of anyone, it was the shift manager that was to blame for giving a job to his corner-cutting nephew in the first place.
Meanwhile at the late manager’s home, his widow attempted to console her grieving sister. Never again would the latter ask a favour, and never again would her sibling offer one.
Padre
Under a canopy
A home to be made
Starting life together
Firm foundations to be laid
But a glass shattered
Life’s fragility manifest
A reminder to treasure the one
With whom you were under the canopy blessed
Padre
A cobbled lane weaves through the town
And for those that know the way
Their fortunes can along it be made
As they discover destiny
It may seem to you a humble street
Past daub and wattle houses quaint
But there are those there you might meet
With opportunities for you to aquaint
Jack did here meet a man
As his cow to market he led
A few beans he did recieve
Worth great riches, so he said
The rest of the story is well known
Riches he did recieve
So don’t be fooled by humble looks
For their simplicity can deceive
Take your chances
Tread cobbled lanes
Seek your destiny
And you too might
Come to fame
If only you believe
Padre
Shadows – corners where there is no light
The recesses where your hackles rise –
When near them – you dare to go
The unknown – there from prying eyes hide
Prepared from their lair to explode
Shadows – corners devoid of light
The dark of hallways dim
A realm where you should not tread
A place when phantoms live
Padre
Image by Michał Koper from Pixabay
It had been a small engagement, and an unnecessary one. Seventy men fought for a remote bridge that no one really wanted. Both main armies were approaching each other forty miles upstream. Even if they were closer to this position, it was unnecessary. The summer had been dry and the river barely a trickle, especially at the ford which was a mere half mile away. But fought they did.
The Bear Clan had gained the western approach to the crossing just before dawn. Thirty men, some as young as fifteen massed to block the Wolves’ advance. Through the morning mist they could hear the quiet conversations of the forty Wolf-men as they approached, unaware of the Bear’s arrival on the span.
Without warning, or orders, young Kildrin let loose a shaft towards the advancing voices. It fell well short, but served to bring the Wolve’s into battle array.
Forming a wedge the Wolves, led by the veteran Rithard Bonebreaker, mounted the eastern side of the narrow structure. No more than four men could stand abreast, and that made wielding weapons next to impossible. The result was a battle of attrition, with each side plugging the gaps of fallen comrades.
Though braced for the onslaught, the Bears had neither the numbers nor the experience to halt the Wolves in the end.
After nearly thirty bloody minutes, the eight remaining Bear-men broke and fled into the forest beyond, allowing the “invasion force” of the remaining seventeen Wolves to enter their lands.
Padre
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